Is this a saga?

When I told my neighbor I killed the snake--She's the one who said, "Oh. We love the snakes." And so on.--she said, "Don't worry. You'll get more."

Swell.

Yesterday proved her prophecy. I opened my garage door to find a snake, sunning himself on my driveway, very close to sliding under my garage door and coming inside. He looked like the identical twin of the one I killed, but I suppose all such small snakes look alike. My neighbor's snake-love notwithstanding, I don't want him. I tried to step on him/it, and thought I'd kick him out to the street but only succeeded in chasing him over to my other neighbor's yard. He hid himself in the weedy area right under a pine tree.

He'll be back, I'm sure.

And, actually, he is not the first thing on my mind these days. Just one of the things.