When your brain sees something long, dark, and winding through the grass—
And instantly whispers:
“Snake.”
That’s exactly what happened to me yesterday at noon.
I was stepping into my garden, coffee in hand, ready to enjoy the quiet morning sun…
Then I saw it.
A twisting, coiling shape snaking across the lawn.
Still. Silent. Too perfect to be natural.
My first thought?
👉 “Who left a rope here?”
My second?
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