Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


Slytherin, Parseltongue and integrity ~

A couple in Idaho know more than anyone other than a crazed herpetologist should have to know about garter snakes. For three months, they apparently lived dead centre, on top, of a hibernaculum, where snakes hibernate in thousands during winter.

These were only garter snakes, sure. But THOUSANDS??? You can read the horror story here. Even garter snakes in the thousands are pretty creepy. Garter snakes coming out of crevices, garter snakes in the wall, garter snakes flavouring the water?

The point? Someone knowingly sold Ben & Amber Sessions this house. And yes, they signed a waiver. But who can even conceive of snakes in these numbers? In your house? Not to mention that, according to the sessions, they were told the whole story was a fabrication (I believe that, by the way — I can’t imagine being asked to sign a snake waiver…)

What kind of person could sell someone else a house filled with snakes? So many that the Sessions preferred bankruptcy to the ‘Satan’s lair’ Amber Sessions said their house had become.

I know we need money to live. But we live with ourselves. And seriously? I don’t know how I could sleep at night thinking I’d put someone in that situation. Even if they did sign a waiver.

 



  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Rama

    I realize that this is not in the spirit of compassion or of fellow-creaturelyness but . . . YEWWWW.
    I feel so sorry for the couple. Just reading about it gives me the creeps, I can’t imagine having to live in it.

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