I wanted to get to the beach 1 more time before we left the Tampa area, so we headed to St. Pete Beach for a walk along the coastline and lunch at Bongo's Beach Bar & Grill.
Bongo's tables are on the beach, therefore you dine under palm trees with your feet in the sand and the ocean a close distance away. With the sun beating down on us, we were in complete heaven.
While I was calmly sipping on a bloody mary and enjoying my blackened haddock sandwich... I kid you not, I looked down and saw a black snake slithering past my feet.
A snake. On the beach. On the tip of my flip flop!
I freaked out. Jumped up. Alarmed everyone else eating on the sand. And stared at it as it slithered under our table, across the sand, under other peoples tables and into nearby bushes. Our water said that it is harmless and frequents the area about twice a week. Are you kidding me? I've never been that close to a snake and I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest!