My daughter called me yesterday evening and say's the dog's are barking at a snake under the grill on the patio and would I come get it, her husband wasn't at home. I get over there, pull the cover back on the grill, get snapped at, go in the house and tell her to call the game warden because you don't have a snake and I don't have anything with me to catch this thing. She lives on the north side of I-10 in Baytown in a subdivision. I didn't expect this little fellow.
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