What was that thing? Getting out of the Jeep and poking the squirming mass with a stick didn’t help to clarify the issue. I flipped the creature over, identifying it as a kingsnake that for no rational reason appeared to be biting itself – a colossally wasteful activity for such a beautiful July morning. Puzzled, I leaned in closer until I could make out something odd about the snake’s mouth… there was a lizard head inside it. The snake wasn’t actually biting its own tail… it was being attacked by its current meal, an alligator lizard!