Snakes have always been exciting part of my life they have occupied my dreams or played along or bite across. Its not like my previous encounters are less frightful or the last was most, anyway I had already got bitten in a birthday party at the age of 13 and didn’t even care to tell anyone till i had my share of cake It was dull morning the previous night I left late from office and continued some left overs in home as pushed me to sleep real late I got up late. It’s my routine that I roam around my home while I brush its sort of ritual to me given that ours is a independent home someone have to ensure everything is at check. Switched on the computer to check mail I performed my ritual and OMG! I spotted a dead crow, poor life I never throw them into waste, if I spot them dead instead I bury them completing the earth cycle in my garden so it nourishes my plants. To my knowledge my garden gave rest for my 5 pet dogs, couple of squirrels and birds never for a crow though. Then I
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