Snake in the grass

There is a dead snake laying directly in my path hauling boards to the side yard. Every time it pops into view I do a prelude to the snake dance; mind you, just the jitters and aflutter heart.  There's a lot of boards still in the driveway. 

So yes, the snakes are out of hibernation.

The dead snake must go. I know, I know, I know. It’s so tedious having to don long sleeved shirt, big gloves, boots, and a long handled implement for the actual removal. It won’t jump up and bite me, duh. I know, I know, I know.

I won’t wimp out and get my neighbor to do the deed.


A little karma for scoffing at the arachnophobiasts?

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Janice said…
Ugh. Alive or dead...I just do not like snakes!
Mon Apr 22, 10:29:00 PM
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