yikes. snakes?

Guthrie spend quite awhile playing in the backyard by herself this afternoon while Laithe napped, I folded laundry, and John worked in the garage. By the time I got out there I was met by a very sweaty girl who, when I asked what she'd been doing said,

"Grandma Vera is stuck in Florida!
With snakes.

I go visit her. I save her maybe."

Poor Grandma Vera.

And I didn't know she even knew Florida existed.