I swear, every time I see it I think it's a real one. I think he leaves it just sticking out of the sofa cushion or poking it's little head from under a table on purpose to scare me. I really don't mind sneaks, I just don't want them in my house. So tonight, he's slithered into my dinning room so I could come across it, in the dark and scare me once again. I hate these snakes.
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