Garter
I wasn't expecting to see it there.
I stood at the edge of my flower garden, the same garden I am in (sometimes barefoot) almost every day, and saw something wiggling in the grass out of the corner of my eye.
A thin, brown garter snake wove its way through the blades, trying to get away from me as quickly as possible. (I'm sure he wasn't expecting to see me there either!)
I let out a very loud yelp and jumped back.
The snake made a turn and slithered toward the garden.
Oh no, you don't! There was NO way I was going to let that snake get into my garden. I ran to get a shovel from the garage, but by the time I got back, the snake was gone.
I grabbed the hose and shot cold water into the tall flowers and plants, hoping to freeze the little guy out of there.
I told myself it worked.
Two days later, I was walking back from our vegetable garden, arms full of tomatoes and cucumbers, and there was another garter snake weaving through the grass -- much smaller than the first one.
Being someone who is petrified of snakes, I considered pelting it with tomatoes but quickly thought better of that idea.
I got a grip, reminded myself that I am a grown woman, took a deep breath, and followed the little guy for a bit (from a safe distance, of course).
He was quite tiny, probably no wider than a pencil. If he stretched out, he was maybe 12" long. No big deal, I told myself, right before he disappeared down a hole in a grassy ravine.
We have lived in this house for 15 years and it's probably been five years since I've seen a snake. Now...I see two in the same week. Weird.
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