Someone left this little guy on our doorstep last night:
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to leave this morning, and there was a gourd-baby staring up at me.
I’m not sure if he’s a goose or a snake? I think he’s a little bit of both. So he’s sort of like a Basilisk?
Clearly, I need to be more specific when asking the stork for babies.
I asked Mike if we could keep him, and he said yes (but I’m pretty sure what he meant was, “yes, until he rots.”)
Oh, you want to know his name?
Gordon Bombay Schall.
Welcome to the family, Gordon.