When we moved in to our house in Oklahoma the first "House Guest" we had was Mr. Rattle Snake. It was during the Christmas Holiday period and the wife, Bonnie, had gone to the grocery. Dogs started raising heck and sniffing around the vent to the furnace closet. I grabbed a golf club (Before three back surgeries stopped that) and a flashlight and eased the door open. I saw about 3-4 inches of meat and half a dozen rattles going down the hole in the floor where the A/C drain tubes ran outside. Great incentive to get that hole closed up in short order.
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