What is this blur before you, you ask? It is Hazel, after she stole a tiny, black snake from Flora.
She ducked and dodged with the grace of a bantam-weight boxer,
avoiding Flora's jabbing beak and reigned victorious.
In the end, Hazel decided that snake really was not what she wanted for dinner. Poor baby snake. You died before I could ask you one very inportant question: Where is your mother?
Apparently, it is the season for the creepy things of nature to come visit my house.
I must be the luckiest girl on earth.