In the process of shedding its old skin right outside my front door.
Rescued from my cat and relocated. The only endemic deadly snake on the island, one of the many nocturnal animals that visits my ponds after dark. He would have kept coming back until either he or one of my dogs or cats were dead, so I had to catch him (wasn’t hard since my cat had him cornered) and release him deeper into the forest. Wheezed, hissed, self-inflated and tried to strike me the whole time I had him in the bucket, pretty tough for a baby.
RIP sweet doggy. The hateful little man that poisoned you could take your life, but he could never take your smile.
You stayed with me for a whole month after it happened, just to make sure I’d be okay.