Tonight, we’re thrilled to have one of our Illinois friends stopping by for the night. We’re a rest stop on a road trip to eastern Pennsylvania.
We were eating supper at the picnic table on the back porch, when there was a rustle above our heads in a nearby tree. Oldest Daughter spotted the source…
Our friend was not so pleased, but Youngest Daughter was unimpressed.
And Middle Daughter decided to play the Pied Piper.
(One more note: I forgot to mention the ultimate destination of the snake. It ended up on our roof. I don’t really care to speculate on where it went after that…)