Well...
vraiblonde said:
How did the ladies react to that?
...it's funny you should ask.
Typh calls me on her cell (I'm in the office) 'Shriek! It's a snake! Shriek!
Be right there.
Mind you, this is after working until 7 last night as a group and finding the 7 foot skin in another table. So, there's that stage set.
Liz, our erstwhile hippie/vegan/flower child is GONE. She's as far out of the area as she can be and still be in the greenhouse. Incidentally, other than snakes, she is the most industrious of the group, always looking for the next thing to do, pitch in.
Adam, our resident goof/burn out is just giggling up a storm and somewhat like a puppy when something, anything, happens.
Typh is 1/2 way to Liz.
And Erin, all 5' of her is up under the tables trying to get a better look.
Allyn is taking it all in as the mature elder of the group (Bryan is on the road)
So, I go up under the tables because I have to SHOW SNAKE gone or I'll never see Liz again.
I end up flinging him Erin's direction, who just is happy to be part of the great snake chase as can be. Bastard did a double take around a couple wires and when I pulled him loose he took a swipe at me. So, Erin is like hightailing it out of there as best she can given the tables are 32" over our heads.
So, I get him under control, knees all scuffed up, and everyone wants to see him and pet him.
Except for Liz.
It was a freaking riot for a bit and added some salt and pepper to yet one more tedious day of poesy packing.