So, how do they get the milk out of it?

After a full day of busyness at home, {cleaning, exercising, gardening, laundry, organizing, bill paying, future planning} Lolo and I settled in to watch the most recent episode of Game Of Thrones.
{You know my day isn't complete without beheadings, pillaging or a massacre or two}

Around 10:15 we were both heading to bed when I noticed the three cats finally playing together on the lanai….then I remembered: our cats DON'T PLAY TOGETHER because they are CAT HATERS.
Which is ironic.
Upon closer inspection, they were torturing a poor {juvenile sized}innocent snake; similar to the Game Of Thrones episode I've just watched.

Lolo and I  spent a good 10 minutes saving this poor snake from the felines.
All the while saying: Is it a corn snake? Is it a coral snake? 

Then we were going over that silly saying: black touches yellow, kill a fellow, red touches yellow kill a fellow….black touches yellow and then I was thinking of that crazy rap song black and yellow-black and yellow…when a better old rap song intruded….I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie. The hip, hop a hop, and you don't stop, a rock to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie….to the rhythm of the boogie…the beat. 

See, I'm easily distracted. And I love the classic music.
Most moments usually end up with me singing an old song and looking like an a-hole.
An a-hole with rhythm.

Picture borrowed from the internet-our snake was much smaller, but just as colorful. 

Finally Lolo determined it was a milk snake.
So, THIS is there where milk comes from?
Well, someone has some 'splainin to do. I couldn't even see any udders!
Anyhoo. We saved a snake. Again.
But if you ask the snake, he probably would have rather endured 'death by cats' than to hear me rapping.