Over the weekend I acquired a new denizen to my menagerie of 4 horses, 2 dogs, and husband, Bob. It's a baby snake.
I found 'him' in my bathroom just lying on the tile.

I figured it was more of Bob's sense of humor which at times features fake dog poop, fake vomit, and such. Then he slithered under the closet door. I did what any woman who saw a snake in her bathroom/closet would do, I got him a bowl of water. Best I can figure he was curled up in some dirty towels I'd brought in from the barn to wash. He looked like a very young garter snake, about the size of a new pencil. We may need to get the aquarium out,
with the lid, and today I shop for snake food? hmmmm....