I’m still baffled by this.
We are (finally!) gutting our 70s wood paneled three-season room.
In the process, amongst the insulation, we found…
A snake skeleton. Fully intact.
I HATE snakes.
Loathe. Despise. Cry-me-a-river-to-my-Momma fraidy-pants of snakes.
But I also worked in the spine medical device industry for four years, and this thing has got a lot of vertebrae.
Thus I was torn.
Compelled to look, yearning to run away.
So I poked it with my crow bar, took a few photos and then it disappeared into our Shop-Vac.
Followed by the Heebie Jeebies for the next three days.