So I was just smoking a joint on by veranda, ya know.... it's a pretty day outside, sun is shinning, thought... it'd be nice to sit here and meditate on the clouds for a while. Then I hear "sssssssss", look down, ya know... there's this sunny spot on the porch where the metal mosquito net thingy outside was ripped by a storm and the sun gets through it and shines on the floor, making it warm. So, there was a snake there, big big big black long long snake snake! It looked me in the eye, you know... right away. We stared at each other for a bit... and then the snake looks back, and runs... But... it runs into the mosquito net thingy, and there's no way out. The snake keeps on hitting its head on the net and cannot get out, I could literally sense its fear and frustration. It just kept on hitting its head on the net and desperately looking for a way out. Eventually I just got a broom and hit it near the snake, and the sound scared him into the right direction, where he exited to go outside. I don't think he'll ever come and tan on my porch anymore... poor animal.
That's why it was so odd, because it happened while I was smoking... only then, yes... only then would something like that happen.
aw poor snake, I love snakes Once my Grandparents came home to find a cobra in their garden, and the dogs were trying to kill it (stupid creatures) so my grandpa took his big thick walking cane (he didn't actually use it for walking, just beating snakes and other undesireables) and beat it so hard that the stick broke on the snakes back, as far as he was concerned the only good snake was a dead snake. The point to this story is that snakes, much like my grandpa are tough buggers really
haha....nice....i love squirrels, they often jump from tree to tree near my window nice creatures Pasha, xorosho ti ne rasteryalsya i spas jivotnoe a nice story
i think it's all in that you're feeling mellow. animals are psychic, they can feel that. you don't HAVE to be high for it to happen, just in a mellow space emotionaly. =^^= .../\...
A zachem rasterevatsa, prosto zmeika ...and yes yes yes, I believe animals are psychic too... they always seem to be so gentle with me, it's amazing. I had this beautiful butterfly land on my hand outside a restaurant yesterday, and I kept on walking and it just kept on sitting on my hand... pretty thing. Argh, gotta go to work work work.
Another snake visited me today. I was taking a break from work outside in the chemical room, and this long ass (probably 6 foot) brownish snake comes in... starts staring at me. We stare at each other for some time... but sadly for the snake, it came at the wrong time and place. My boss who really doesn't like snakes comes in, sees it, and goes back to his baseball playing days in Puerto Rico... point being, snake's in snake heaven now. Poor snake... but it did seem to live in my boss' chemical room... so I guess he had some sort of a right to kill it, even though I tried to convince him to just scare it away. Apparently it was a brown something or other, practically non-existent in these parts of Florida. Not venemous though. Odd, don't you think?
Prava, ne prava.... ne vazmozhna nauchitj ves mir ne ubivatj zmey... slishkam vnogo stigmati v culturi protiv nij.