Nothing quite gets your adrenaline pumping like seeing this little guy coiled around your front door handle!
Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of that, because by the time I grabbed my camera, he was already looking for another way in. Perhaps he heard that The Snake Wrangler lived here and wanted to come play.
Funny, I was reading a story online earlier this week about a woman in New York who heard her baby crying in the middle of the night and went in to find a 12 inch snake wrapped around the baby's leg. In the crib. She picked up her baby and the snake fell off of the baby's leg and then she went to call Animal Control. And I thought, Duh! Why didn't I think to call Animal Control when a snake was wrapped around my daughter's arm?
And so who did we call tonight when we found King Cobra on our door? Not Animal Control! Our neighbor, Terry! The snake slithered into the bushes in front of the house and hung out there for about 20 minutes or so until Doug and Terry were able to chase him out by spraying him with the hose and then chased him back into the woods down by the creek. Where he had better stay. Or else he can forget about the whole "good for the local ecosystem" crap. Because if he comes up here again, I'll have myself a new wallet.
Consider yourself warned, snake.