Where's mom?

The other day, while I was (thankfully) down at the house checking out some
guests, Darling and Patricia found a baby coral snake under the sink in the rancho.

They took it outside and let it go; though when I came back (and they both know my lack of courage with the critters) they told me that I needed to look for the mother, as it was sure to be around.

No mama snake was found (at least that they told me).

Interesting tidbit that we have been told about coral snakes: They don't bite the feet or ankles; they go for the wrists and fingers, as they have small mouths.

So, no worries walking around in the jungle. Just don't pick the buggers up.