Picnics are sweet! Fried chicken, Shasta grape drink, and there's always desert.  However, a live seventeen foot python?  No thanks.

Ever since I met my now husband and things got serious, I started hanging out with his family, and we picnic!  It's actually a good time.  The mother-in-law will hit up Albertsons for fried chicken and all the fixings and we'll head down to the falls and stuff our faces.  However, I've never encountered a python.  That's OK with me.

This family was not so lucky:

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