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Post by Ding Carpio on Dec 17, 2009 6:49:36 GMT
Last midnight, my wife woke me up because the dogs were a-barking and maids were a-shrieking (there must be a tune here somewhere). Apparently, they saw a rather large snake crawl under my wife's car. Quickly tied up the dogs as I don't want them attacking a venomous animal. Called up the village guard and we teamed together: he courageously sifted through the trash, garden foliage, tool cabinets, and all the doodads that tend to accumulate in a garage (The Law of Garage Accretion); while I courageously supervised 10 feet away. Throughout, the memory of the 48-inch cobra that invaded my family room some months back kept ominously playing in my mind. But spent the better part of the night in vain. We concluded it must've escaped into the nearby woods. To be sure, though, I had the guards (two of them this time) come back this morning (while I was safely away at work) to bring out all the trash and try one more time. They popped the hood of the car and they were rewarded with this: That photo was sent to me by my wife so I hurriedly called her to tell the guards not to kill the snake and, instead, throw it back into the woods. Good rat deterrent. Unfortunately, the guards have prepared it for a feast of adobo already.
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Post by Teddy Regpala on Dec 17, 2009 23:00:17 GMT
Poor snake. Your story reminded me a story I heard before (I think it's already here in the states). Apparently, they saw a snake inside the hood of a vehicle. And the only way it can get there is that the snake probably hitched a ride. I can't remember the details, but it seems they went camping recently. Also, this reminded me to clean up our garage as well ... oh well, it can wait til spring. It's so cold out there right now.
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