This yucky creature was in our garage. Thanks to my fabulous hubby I didn’t run into it myself because he killed it before I even got down there. He knows I would have had a nervous breakdown. Ew! I’m completely grossed out! And I’m afraid to go into my garage EVER AGAIN! For those of you who don’t know, I’m TERRIFIED of snakes. They are NOT my friends, but for some reason, they seem to like to follow me from state to state. It was a sheer miracle they never got into our apartment in Ithaca because there were TONS of them out there. How did they manage to find me clear across the country?!?! Tell me a place I can move where I don’t have to worry about snakes getting into my garage(or even worse, my house)and I’ll be on the next flight out. I’m not kidding.