If you don’t like snakes, close this immediately. I grew up knowing snakes were sharing our property, and they didn’t bother me. We ignored the harmless ones and avoided the dangerous ones. Actually, I don’t think I ever saw a cottonmouth or a copperhead alive. Now spiders are another matter. Those critters send shivers up my spine. That’s a fact, without rhyme or reason.
John and I were chatting after lunch on the porch when he said, “Look there! It’s a snake – a first for us here!”
I couldn’t even see the creature, but I was already rising from the chair to get the camera. Even worse, I opened the door to go down the steps before I was sure it wasn’t poisonous. I’ve given myself a stern lecture and hope I took it to heart. Meanwhile, John was simply watching the black snake poke his head in every crevice of the little stone wall. We wonder if he was looking for our resident chipmunk, hoping that wouldn’t be Mr. Slithery’s lunch. The snake doubled back on himself and pushed into the next open space. At that point, I was watching instead of aiming the camera and saw the black head appear in the middle of the ground cover behind the wall. The old snake must have decided he was safe as he meandered off through the garden. I’m very glad our lunch was more successful than his.