Two snakes in my front yard this afternoon. One, perhaps, the mother of the other, out showing her son how to navigate the yard.
They were not exactly together. At least I did not see them at the same time, but each time nearly stepped on them. The first one, bigger, wanted to bite me, if that's what the quick and repeated thrusting of the tongue means. And I think it is. I began walking right close to it, chasing it, sort of, and telling it whose yard this really is.
No. I don't know what I would have done if I'd cornered him/her. She finally got away by slipping into a hole in the concrete under my front porch.
That was not comforting to me. I said, "Swell. How many of you are in there?" and headed toward my front door.
And that's when I nearly stepped on the smaller one. No tongue thrusting and, if I can be sure of this, the little snake was scared. I chased him to the chain link fence and finally into my neighbor's yard. He sought refuge from the big person--me--by hiding under some of their extensive ground cover. I figure as soon as I was in the house and the little snake felt safe, it joined the bigger one under my porch.
I don't like snakes. Really a lot I don't like them.
I especially don't like them on my property, although outside is much better than inside.
My neighbors, the ones whose yard is where the little snake escaped to, are the folks who say it's good to have these little snakes around because they eat mice.
Believe me, there is no way these snakes could get their mouths around a mouse. Grass hopper, maybe.
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