When a prospective buyer looked at the beach-house-not-on-the-beach recently, she and the realtor climbed the steps to the raised garden.
Under the shade of the large hickory tree is a slate patio, one of our favorite spots. We felt that any lookers would fall under its spell. Here’s what it looks like on a typical summer day:
That day…? Not so much. The space was already occupied.
The realtor told us that the snake coiled on one of the center stones was the size of her upper arm. In fact, it was so large and coiled so perfectly, they thought perhaps it was someone’s pet.
What kind of snake was it? She’d never seen one like that before. It was beige, she told us.
Beige, like a python.
“The buyer is still interested,” the realtor said. Still, we haven’t seen or heard from buyer or realtor again.
The good news is that we haven’t seen the snake, either.