Shit, that is...Ellroy goes ape-shit, as if baby Jesus himself descended from heaven and presented my boy a bloody t-bone.
Now that I think of it, religious overtones were most definitely present.
He caught himself a Sar-pent.
A Pacific Gopher Snake, to be precise.
And before Ellroy administered the final death blow (a maniacal thrashing), I managed to save the beast.
Back to the bush he went.
Back to the bush he went.
A beautiful little creature, somehow surviving, hopefully thriving.
God speed...and beware the Ellroy.