For the last few days, we've been debating about whether or not to relocate a small tarantula in our garden. We decided that he seemed pretty good at making himself uninteresting to the dogs, so we've left him. We thought he was our only resident wild animal. This morning, I found the carcass of a very large iguana on our steps. The tail was over three foot long. I also found one very proud puppy. So, at 5:30am, I dispose of carcass sadly, apologising to any mother nature type entity that I could muster up. Thinking that was quite enough, but no....I've just come back upstairs from wrangling a 8' boa out of our woodpile. He is very angry and currently in a dog crate in the office awaiting resettlement. After the slaughter of the iguana, I didn't feel like dealing with another carcass tomorrow as the dogs alerted us to the snake. I must have been a sight to behold, in my dressing gown and bare feet, trying to explain to an angry boa why I had to disturb him. Full moon? Cool weather? who knows.
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