I nearly stepped on this guy yesterday during my walk. I think my heart stopped for a second or two. I don't care how harmless rubber boas are, I don't want to dance with one. I came home and posted my encounter on Facebook—because my cell phone is just a phone and I have to use my computer for such things—and a friend told me the snake was dead, as she had seen it the previous day.
So when I went back today, I took my camera. I do not like snakes, and editing this photo made me a little queasy. I'm not so thrilled looking at it now, either. My apologies if you feel the same. I won't post any more reptiles for the rest of the year, ok?