HOLY FUCK.

[conuly]

Monster snake is no fucking joke. FORTY-TWO FEET? (42? Seriously?) Oh, no, nevermind. It's not 42. It's 42.7. A repeat, for those who missed it: This snake measured in at FORTY-TWO POINT SEVEN FLIPPIN' FEET!

That's insane.

Apparently, it was really damn hot back then.

Forty-two feet. UNbelievable.

I'm not even *scared* of snakes (knowing that there are no poisonous snakes this far north helps with that), and I don't ever want to look out my window and see that! I'd be scared to see them THAT big!

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[hopefulnebula]

Well, you'd be safe, at least; it wouldn't have fit through most doorways.

Not that it's much comfort, but still.

[conuly]

This comment is officially declared an uncomment. It does not exist. It did not exist. It can not exist.

Now, as I said. The knowledge that there are no poisonous snakes this far north helps me stay unafraid of them.

Thank you.

(Also? I'm never moving to Australia. Snakes and spiders and sheep, oh my!)

[hopefulnebula]

Well, you'd be safe, at least; it wouldn't have fit through most doorways.

Not that it's much comfort, but still.

[conuly]

This comment is officially declared an uncomment. It does not exist. It did not exist. It can not exist.

Now, as I said. The knowledge that there are no poisonous snakes this far north helps me stay unafraid of them.

Thank you.

(Also? I'm never moving to Australia. Snakes and spiders and sheep, oh my!)