We turn around to this:

Bre leaned in really close to check out the semi-smashed head. And, of course, I grabbed her arm and screamed. She jumped a few inches, which made me, Jordan, the two boys that were with us and the neighbor kids laugh. Success, if you ask me.
Halfway through the night, Martin wandered out to grab it from the fence and tried to take the fangs out. I think someone had beat him to it.
This lead to my saying how much I would love to "milk" a snake someday...to help harvest the venom which would help to create anti-venom. I saw it on The Jeff Corwin Experience. It was one of the best things I've ever seen. Bre, of course, thinks I'm nutso-cabana for both knowing the term "milking" and for harboring a desire to do so.
*Oh, the title. About 3 1/2 hours after seeing the snake, Bre says, "Oh! Snakes on a Chain! I've been trying so hard to come up with a funny pun about it! Please use that as your blog title tonight!"
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That's something you don't see in Rancho Santa Margarita...!!
PS Best title ever!
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