what do you do?

what do you do when you realize that a snake is all coiled in your clothes line while you’re hanging your clothes (take note, i was doing my chore for ten whole minutes before i realized that i have company)? freak out and call a snake removalist (yes, there is such profession in australia with all the snakes, spiders, lizards and other creepy crawlies around).

what do you do when the snake removalist decides that the snake in your backyard is JUST a harmless tree snake and hopes that “it will go away the next day”? learn to cohabit with it and lovingly refer to it as snake-y.

it was an extremely exciting thursday night in the dominguez household.

that’s what we get for deciding to live near the bush.