Saturday Snakes

I don’t mind snakes.  I don’t go into fits and try and climb the nearest high object.  I like snakes better than the little lizards which zip around a garden, scaring the crap out of you.   However, I prefer my snakes to be…….OVER THERE…..and not over here.

Which is why, at 5:30am, I prefer them to get up in the top of the weeds, be bright green and only 18 inches long, if I have to meet up with them at all.  And he (or she) stayed there until the dog did what dogs do at 5:30am and went upstairs and got my camera and came back downstairs to take it’s picture.

This is better than the 4 foot long one laying in the runoff creek at the park I saw last week.  It was brown and black with a pointy head and looked like it would do some damage.

And no, I do not advocate whacking snakes just because they are snakes.  Just wish they wore bells to let you know they were coming.