Yep: he’s back. I went out earlier today and, upon returning home, noticed a bag of mulch sitting up against the corner of my garage door. This would be just a foot or so away from the bag of phone books that used to be sitting by my mailbox, but which someone moved closer to the garage door after a few days. Who moved them I have no idea, but someone else - or perhaps the same person - has been gracious enough to leave me a bag of mulch. I’m guessing this is a not so subtle hint with regard to my (lack of) land-scaping, and I give them props - I like the passive-aggressive nature of the mulch far more than the boring letters I’ve gotten the last several months from the management company. Anyway…I’ve digressed.
As I got out of the car and headed for the mulch to take a closer look, see if there was a note, etc, etc… I noticed my friend Fluffy curled up in exactly the same spot as he had been two months prior. In fact, the skin he shed the first time he was here is still sitting in the corner, so it makes for an odd and disturbing image: Fluffy curled up in the corner, pressed up against the “shell of younger Fluffy”. In any case, perhaps he’ll stick around for the holidays. I’m gonna get him a stocking tomorrow to make sure he feels welcome.
Please! I can not believe the “HoHo King” is afraid of a little snake. You’ve seen Steve Erwin; get a pillowcase, scoop up Fluffy and throw him into a wooded lot. I have always thought more highly of you than that. You know, if you’r going to live in Florida you need to get used to reptiles, it could be worse you could have Spot the alligator. Be a man and show Fluffy who’s the Boss (and I don’t mean Tony Danza)!