slitherin'.

Yesterday, when we got home from school, there was a COBRA just hanging out in the entrance of the building we live in. Kirsten and I walked in before Stephan and we were talking to one of the cats that lives in the building (yes, talking to cats)—it just looked lonely. BUT really, the cat was hanging out with this COBRA. AH! Kirsten started to head  up the steps and the cobra hissed at her. I ran and got Stephan and he grabbed a big stick of wood and was going to kill it. Luckily the cat scared it and it slithered out back. I still have the heebie jeebies though. It was a baby cobra, which we found out are more poisonous than adult cobras. Y-I-K-E-S! Ok, just had to write about this, so now I can forget it ever happened.