The other day our weekly photo challenge was Spring. Unfortunately the biggest signs of Spring around here have been how quickly the crabgrass and dandelions have overtaken our yard. At least that lends some color to the yard other than the brown grass since it hasn’t fully “greened up” yet. I think we need to get a lawn maintenance expert out here because every year it seems we have less grass and more dirt and weeds and I KNOW I have a brown thumb so anything I do to it will just make it more brown.
The other reason I know it’s Spring is not just that the wind is about to blow me away but the “offerings” have begun. Each Spring begins the bounty of animal sacrifices my kitties make to my husband and I. In the last year they have brought us innumerable moles, chipmunks, rabbits, and birds.
Last year they brought us snakes not once but twice. I think it might have been the same snake though because the first one had a fresh sport on the side of its head where the cats at drug it around. Remember I thought it was dead until I went to reach for it and it moved? Yeah… not trying THAT again! The second one had a “scar” in the same spot as the first one had the fresh wound so I think it was the same one. He just bought himself a couple of months time because the second time it was definitely dead.
The other day I opened to front door to go check the mail and almost stepped on a robin. It was a pretty big one too. The two baby cats, Lala and her brother, Poe had been lazing it up inside so I know it wasn’t either of them, but once I opened the door they went out and tried to claim it. I think Lala ended up taking off with it because when I went back out later to remove it from the walk it was gone. I know it didn’t get up and fly away because it was dead as a door knob. There was kind of a trail of feathers down the walk and through the yard so I guess she had a time carrying it. The next morning there were the remnants of another bird at the back door. Pretty sure it was a different one because the feathers weren’t the same. Wasn’t much left of it so I couldn’t be sure.
Yesterday afternoon I went out on the back patio and this is what I found:
Yup…. Another snake! Not sure what kind he was but he had some orangish looking scales around his neck area (do snakes have necks?). It wasn’t very big but it was big enough that I didn’t want to mess with him. Besides I’ve always heard that the young ones are more poisonous because their venom is more potent. Don’t know if that’s an old wives tale or it’s actually true but I’m not really willing to find out.
I did finally surmise that he was definitely dead. Hellboy was having a good time batting him around and turning him over. I think Hellboy just wanted to play but the snake was too busy playing dead. I left him there waiting for Hubby to come home and dispose of him for me.
So when Hubby came home a couple of hours later I yelled out to him as he was coming through the garage door NOT to take his shoes off because I had something I wanted him to do. He yelled back it was too late, he already had them off so I yelled back at him to put them back on. He wanted to know why and I told him I had something on the back patio that I needed him to see. The cats had drug it under the patio table and it was partially obscured by the umbrella stand.
Hubby is asking me what I need him for and I’m pointing under the table and he bends down, gasps and jumps back about three feet and goes:
Hubby: THAT’S a snake!
Me: No, DUH! That’s why I waited for YOU.
Hubby: Well, what do you want ME to do?
Me: Uh…. Move it!
Hubby: Why me?
Then I just had to laugh at him and told him never mind, I’d take care of it myself. Then he felt bad and was like “ok, ok.. I’ll do it” but by then I’d already grabbed the rake and started moving it myself. So much for being my protector, huh? Guess it’s a good thing it wasn’t alive or he’d have probably been laying out there on the patio next to it! Sorry, baby… couldn’t let you by with this one. I still love you though.