When Paperboy was nine, he was at his pinnacle of distractablity. One morning, as I walked by Paperboy, he was seriously gazing. I was about to begin my 'get focused' speech. He shushed me.
"Sshhhh, they're mating!"O.k. now I have heard many odd things as a homeschooling mom, but I have to admit, this was a first for me. He pointed to our the front window. Right outside in the bushes, there they were. I did what every normal homeschool Mama would do, I grabbed a camera. We tip-toed into the bushes, I was only able to get two shots of this amorous pair of snakes, before they slithered away. The funny thing is, Paperboy insisted it was three snakes. I tried to explain:
"It only looks like three because of how long the snakes are."
I thought of how silly this sounded. I was arguing snake monogamy with my nine year-old boy as we observed their little tryst. Oh my. This is where I should have called upon my husband, the amateur herpetologist.
Ever since that day, whenever I pass the bushes in my front yard, I can't resist checking for snakes.
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