This lovely was resting in our backyard just over a week ago. Shawn actually thought that it was a big pile of dog poo at first. We have many large dogs roaming our neighborhood, so it was indeed possible. However, upon further examination (because that would have had to have been a REALLY big dog), he found this slithery guy. By the way, if you ever want to hear Shawn shriek like a little girl, put a snake in his path.
Anyway, Mr. Snake stayed in our yard that night until the next afternoon when the sun finally warmed him back up and he slithered off. For some reason, snakes don't really freak me out (as long as I know they aren't poisonous). I'm thinking this may be due to the fact that I had three younger brothers or maybe because my parents volunteered me to help hold a giant python at The Alligator Farm in Florida when I was like 4. I was inducted early into the snake world.
And for the second photo, we have this:
This my blog friends (shout out to all 3 of you), is the final Bink (and yes, I capitalize it because it truly has status enough to deserve a proper noun identification). Ben was holding on to this masticated thing for dear life, but we were finally able to convince him that the babies of the world needed the binks and the big boys of the world need a new toy. He handed over this prized possession with tears streaming down his face, and after a shopping trip to Target, he is now the proud owner of a remote control Big Cat Excavator. He's totally cool with the trade, and I'm happy (if not a little nostalgic) that he is bink free.