It read "Lost, 3 foot long snake in the vicinity of Seneca Street. If found call Larry at 419-xxx-xxxx." I found the ad pretty amusing, but then again I am pretty easily amused. I started wondering what it would be like if I lived on Seneca Street and read this in the paper. Not too happy, I don't imagine. I showed it to co-workers and said I was surprised that it wasn't a feature in the paper.
Well lo and behold, I open today's paper and there was a whole article about Larry and his missing snake. He had gone on vacation and upon returning, found that his 3 foot long labyrinth Burmese python named Floyd had escaped. He was careful to note the the snake is still a baby and "too small to be a danger to anyone." He went even further to note that anyone who finds Floyd should be "able to pick him up." Oh I think not.
WARNING WARNING, SNAKE PICTURE TO FOLLOW!!!
Okay, this is what Floyd looks like.
Larry went on even further to say that "if somebody does find it, they can call me and I will come get it. Just don't let it go." I am wondering how Larry figures I am supposed to keep a 3-foot long python from getting away. Am I supposed to grab him by his scaly tail and hang on for dear life? I think this would be more my reaction! Now don't get me wrong. I actually don't hate snakes. I used to have friends that had snakes and I would hold them and not be afraid, but encountering a snake in the wild is an entirely different story, and baby, I am outta there!!!
Whew, just the thought of encountering Floyd the python has me stressed out. I suppose that I could fly to Israel and pay $70 for a massage...a snake massage.
Hope you can manage to have a happy day after all this! I will, because I don't live in the same part of town as Larry who lost his python. ;)