Sneakiness...

The other day while planting in the backyard, I tilled up a most unwanted critter: a snake. Yes, a snake. In my backyard. Granted, it was tiny...a grass snake no more than six inches long, quarter of an inch in diameter. But a snake none the less. I do not like snakes. They are not my friends. I wouldn't be upset if every snake on Earth keeled over at this very second.

I've always said snakes are sneaky. Hubby thinks it's funny. Like mentioning that he's found snakes hanging out on the chlorine floaties in our pool. Why didn't they just drown? Not something I knew before, and could have lived my whole life not knowing. He didn't tell me before for obvious reasons. Now we have two plants in our house that lived outside in pots for two days. Is it unreasonable for me to think that there could be snakes in the soil? Probably so. But I will be on even higher "snake alert" through the summer. Gives me chills just typing about it.