Well, I knew it was only a matter of time, but that didn't help to make it any easier. I saw a snake today...the first of the year. I'd been doing so great working in the yard, telling myself I was going to be brave this year, and thinking that maybe the snakes wouldn't even be a problem because I hadn't yet seen any. Last year the first one showed up at the very beginning of February.
So today Ems and I were playing in the yard, and I decided to check on the contents of the compost bin. I flipped open the lid, and there he was, curled up inside, flicking his little tongue and looking all sinister. I am ashamed to say that I screamed loudly enough to frighten Emma - way over on the other side of the yard - into crying. That little snake brought back all the memories of last summer: opening the door to get the mail and seeing snakes laying right across my stoop, being too scared to take out the trash because I know the snakes hang out by our trash cans, and not wanting to eat outside because of the snakes that lived in the flower bed next to our patio. We have so many snakes. Why do I have to be such a wimp? Why can't snakes just be worms?
Before we buy our next house, I'm asking the seller about snakes. If there are snakes, I am not moving there. Period.