"MOM! Athena Brought a snake in!" Small my youngest was hollering through the house. I walked into the kitchen to see our calico cat with a mouthful of snake.
"What kind is it, mom."
A Garter snake. Is it still alive?: Small bent down closer to investigate, Athena, who is very protective of her food, growled.
"no, it's dead."
I guess let her eat it." And I went back to doing the laundry as Small when to watch his precious few minutes of television.
"MOMMMMMMM!!" I heard Small screaming bloody terror ten minutes later. I ran into the kitchen to see what was going on.
"It's still alive." I looked down, and at our feet was that garter snake, his lower half of his body had been eaten, and it was slowly swinging his upper portion back and fort. I felt bad for the little creature. And thought it best to go ahead and kill it. I bent down closer to see where his head ended. It took me a moment.
"Small, it doesn't have a head!"