Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
About a month ago, my Mom was in the living room but had to get something from their recent road trip that was in another room. Mid-stride on her way into the darkened room she stopped, saw a snake curled up on the floor, and freaked out. She's trying to yell back to my Dad in their beddrom that there's a snake in the house but not so not so loud that she might startle the snake. Anyway, Dad comes out to the living room and sees Mom standing on the ottoman, freaking out over this snake, and telling him to get rid of it. Dad sees this coiled up snake, gets a shovel, and scoops it up to throw it out in the yard. Dad said he thought it was weird the snake didn't move at all and even after it flew through the air into the yard and landed it didn't try to slither away. He thought it must've been dead or stunned but to be sure the beast was slain he was going to cut its head off. Well, just before he dealt the decapitating blow he saw something strange on the underbelly, "Folkmanis Puppets" written on a tag.
Turns out, my daughter had left one of her stuffed toys at their house the day before when she'd been playing with her cousins. I laughed for a good few minutes....I was just glad I didn't have to explain why Granddad killed one of her toys.
Said beast....