There was the big snake that was trying to crawl through the latticework to get under her porch, that she — my mother, I’m talking about — grabbed it by the tail.
There was the big snake that was trying to crawl through the latticework to get under her porch, that she — my mother, I’m talking about — grabbed it by the tail.
Here’s a picture Mom took of me doing what cats do best: claiming your things as their own.
Blue-tailed skinks always made me happy, and now they’re sort of a symbol of all the small, intense joys that make life worth living.