Yesterday evening I ran out to run a quick errand and swing by the post office while the Spouse played with the girls in the backyard. I think it was probably some sort of divine intervention that I wasn’t home during that period of time because the girls excitedly informed me when I got back of the big news.
There had been a sighting. Of a snake. A black one. Several feet long. In. Our. Yard.
I call this little blog Suburban Shalom for a few reasons, one of which is that we live in the suburbs. And, up until yesterday, I thought that fact guaranteed us some degree of protection from snake sightings. We still have trouble growing grass in our backyard, let alone any creating any sort of natural habitat for reptiles.
At my request, the Preschooler proudly showed me the spot in the fence through which the amphibious trespasser made his escape after his most unwelcome appearance…
So, now I know which area of the backyard never to walk in again.
Yes, I know black snakes are harmless, maybe even helpful for keeping other rodents away. My own grandfather, the farmer, would never kill one.
But, as far as I’m concerned…. a snake is a snake is a snake.
And, as the Toddler would say, “That’s berry gross.”
Ewwww! Berry berry gross! Just be sure to keep it on your side of the red light!!!
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We have such parallel lives in some aspects. The guys mowing our grass came to the door two weeks ago and notified us that a "big snake" (no color known–agghh) slithered through the back yard and into a hole. He pointed it out to me and then began to tell me where he thought Mr. Snake makes his travels based on other holes and a wooded lot in the back! Yippee! Back yard is off limits!!! 🙂
-BVS
A: Surely it's smart enough not to try to cross the road out there. But, I can't say I'll be sorry if it does!!
BVS: Yes, I'd be avoiding the back yard (indefinitely!), too. Apparently the snakes don't mind this extreme heat. Yuck!