And brought my son a treat home for after school.
Here it is, all ready to go in the Starbucks Bag.
But of course my son would rather have creepy-crawlies than sweets from the bakery, so here you go sweetie! A plump little snake all freshly injured from the yard man's lawn mower.
Of course, I'm the one who got so excited when I saw it in the grass at my client's house. I dropped my purse and keys, and ran to the car to dig out the empty Starbucks pastry bag from the trash. I slipped Snakey inside, and gave it to my son after school. He was so excited of course, but Snakey mysteriously disappeared a few hours later when he wasn't so "fresh" anymore.
