Old Weirton Steel mill, Weirton, W.V. I always thought this was a great view from here, heading north on rt. 2.
A girl, in a car!
I saw this little fellow peeping out of the bird house yesterday-
I think it's a flying squirrel.
Then today I saw this asshole-
It got all the way in before I got there, so I had to destroy the bird house to get to it. No big deal, but it was made from a porch column from my grandfather's house.
I chopped the bird house open with an axe, and I didn't kill the snake but I fu- well, I chopped his ass up pretty good because I was pissed!
Yes, I know it's nature's way, the snake's just doing it's job, blah-blah- blah. God also said the serpent would be scorned forever more, so I feel no remorse for killing a snake, I don't care if it's a black snake, rattle snake, or a rubber snake, as far as i'm concerned the only good one is a dead one. I was really pissed!
The only good part is that the little chipmunk or flying squirrel was not in the house, and it didn't look like the snake had swallowed it.