He likes to go out and find rocks to stick in the end of the water hose. I don’t know what this might mean, but he does it every time he goes outside.
He also likes to pull my flowers off and play with them. He doesn’t stick them in the hose, but he likes to sit and tear them up into a million little bits.
It’s a good thing Zoe took him in the front yard to play, because look who we found hanging out on our deck:
I have no idea how he ended up on our deck rail, but I’m guessing he/she slithered up the steps. I haven’t been on the deck since we saw him, and I don’t know when I’m going to be brave enough to go back out there! Yikes!