Perhaps they do. The crisp, curled edge of the leaf the snake is sidling up to might be evidence of previous nibbling.
But, no. The sudden thrust of that serpentine tongue clearly is seeking a different kind of treat.
There’s no time to sulk. Somewhere, another morsel awaits.
As the snake submerges and ripples smooth, no record remains of the little pond drama — apart from these photos, of course.
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