Ryan and I were seriously thinking about cleaning out our basement this weekend,until we walked in and found this:

Ryan says its name is “holy Sh@!”, he says I named it. . .

Luckily, our basement is just a storage area/mechanical room under our house, which has no access to the inside of our house; but, it is still unnerving that there is was a 6 foot long black snack in there!

Yesterday, Hank, the tile guy, stopped by, because we were going to give him some of the stuff out of our basement.  He asked where the stuff was, we told him that it was still in the basement, and I asked, “Hank, are you afraid of snakes?”  Hank quickly said no, and went into the basement to thoroughly investigate.

He found nothing.

I will assume the snake came in to shed and promptly left when he was finished.

Thanks Hank!

Oh yeah, Hank doesn’t always wear a wig, he recently discovered an age related bald spot developing and is still a little insecure.