Snake Alert: There is a picture of a snake in this blog post!
The bull dozer guy (not the bull sizer or the bull fighter or the bull fixer as the auto correct on my cell phone kept saying) was here again today. I am looking forward to a day without him here, as is my checkbook! Every time he thinks he’s done, Vince decides he wants something else done.
Today he spread more rock on the driveway and cut more paths through the back. He also scraped up some dirt and made a couple of big piles of dirt for a project Vince needs. When Vince got home from work, he said “Let’s go see what he did today.” So, off we went.
We were walking along and I only had my cell phone for a camera. I took a picture of the dirt — in some places here, we have dirt as black and fertile looking as dirt can be. In some places, we have pure rock — big rock, little rock, not much soil at all. In some places we have sand. We were walking through sand with small rocks and I was looking down at it and all of a sudden, I saw this:
I screamed like a girl! Were were right up on it and Vince still didn’t see it. When he finally saw the snake, we didn’t have a clue what he was. Vince grabbed a stick and tried to see his tail and the snake was hissing at him . . making lots of noise! We let him live — Vince decided he wasn’t poisonous. When we got home, Vince looked him up and thinks he’s an Eastern Hog Nose something . . . I forgot what he’s called. All I know is there are too many darned snakes around here.
And, bad girl in the country . .
What is it going to take for me to put the flip flops away and never wear them again? If all the close encounters we’ve had with snakes in the past year haven’t convinced me to put the boots on and wear them every day, summer, fall, winter and spring . . and get rid of the flip flops, I may need to have my head examined. Every time this happens, I say I’m not wearing flip flops again and I don’t wear them for a week or so and then I go back to wearing them.
It’s no excuse with all the snakes we have around here but . . I go out in the garden and my flip flops are covered in mud and I hose them off. I walk through the yard and step in chicken . . manure . . and then I hose off the flip flops. We don’t wear shoes in the house and it’s so easy to kick the flip flops off at the door. It’s really hard to get used to wearing boots and taking them on and off 100 times a day as I go in and out of the house and in and out of the sewing room but once again . . I’m telling myself I’m going to do it — flip flops will be exchanged for boots for a few days at least.
I think the real problem is that I need old boots to wear every day for garden and yard work and I don’t have any . . all my boots that are relatively snake proof are new and if you’ve bought boots lately, you know they don’t come cheap and I hate to get a pair all muddy and full of chicken “you know what” but I guess it’s time to decide if I’d rather get a nice pair of boots dirty . . boots that were made for working . . or if I’d rather get snake bit. Pretty easy to answer since I put it like that, huh?