Ok, everyone sing along, Ooooooo....
If there's a cobra on your carport, clap your hands!
If there's a cobra on your carport, clap your hands!
If it's prone to nasty fits, and it strikes at you, or spits,
There's a cobra on your carport, clap your hands!
Ahhh... spring is in the air, and that means hatching time for our favorite lurker. It wasn't quite as big as this bad boy, but that doesn't seem to matter. The little ones are just as dangerous as the big ones, and less predictable. Luckily, stupid Bongo was too busy barking at the neighbors to notice our visitor. The people across the street have been here at least as long as I have, but for some reason, Bongo only barks at them, and chases their scooters. She doesn't bother anyone else on our block. Anyway, I used a broom to shoo the snake out the gate, and it went down the storm drain. I am not so much worried about anyone getting bitten, as I am about the poor snake getting eaten.
