You may remember last week I told you that there was a snake stalking me in my yard. If you don’t remember, I left you with this:
But somewhere lurking in the newly fresh cut grass is a snake. Slithering. Probably has a scar above his eye (you know, for dramatic effect). Stalking. Planning. Plotting. Jumping into the air. Waiting for a bare foot to walk by.
Well, tonight Patricia and I will rest well. The Orkin guy took him out.
I didn’t get to talk to him, but on his report of what he sprayed for it said “Killed a snake” as a hand-written note on the paper.
No more worries of the snake. Now we just have to watch for the badgers and mushrooms.