Yesterday while I was on the phone with my mom I sat down on the couch and saw this out of the corner of my eye.
With a lot of "ungh, ungh, ungh" ing, I picked it up with the tips of my fingers and transferred it upstairs to M's closet where he keeps a box of feathers and snake skins (more "ungh, ungh, ungh"). My mom thought this was most amusing.
When C got home with the boys, I asked him if he had added it to the nature table, but he said he found it with E and Z and they put it on the table of their own volition. Then I felt bad, and thought it wouldn't set a good example to be freaked out by something as harmless as snakeskin (to be clear, I am not freaked out by snakes, but the texture of the skin sicks me out--as does peeling sunburn, baked, cracked mud, and a variety of other things with a mungy texture).
I relented, retrieved the skin and returned it to the table before they noticed it was gone...
just to show we appreciate all nature in our house...even the mungy kind.