Snakes on a Plane

[Drunk Monk]

I forgot to mention there was a welcome home gift when we returned from D-land and Lynch Manor. It was fresh, fortunately, brought just as a reminder not to leave for so long, no doubt. A tiny little squirmer, couldn't have been more than six inches. I've begun to enjoy watching them wriggle over pergo. Snakes can't really get a purchase on pergo, so the wriggle like mad but don't get anywhere. That should be a sell point: pergo = great for snake wrigglin...