Snakes....Oh My

Here is a picture of a black snake and "NO" I did not take this picture.  I was reading Nine Acres blog the other day on the snake she had posted, you are brave....very brave by the way. Anyhow, I was relieved that I was not the one that discovered the snake she had found on her property, but oh was my day coming sooner than I thought.

Yesterday, Sat., after the Republican breakfast, husband and I decided to help a friend of ours who is campaigning in our county, by going to a development and hand out his fliers. It was a small development and we started out in the cul-de-sac at the end and decided to work our way to the front. Husband went on one side and me on the other. I was further ahead and so husband drove the car to where I was at and told me to drive down the road a bit while he nabbed these couple homes. I did and I also hit a couple homes by where I was parked. While waiting for said husband, I was looking at this house to my right that was on a small hill but a hill non the less and here in the southeast it was terribly humid and hot out, never mind that I was sweating and thirsty, anyhow on to the story....I was debating whether to tackle the hill or just get in the car and I opted for the air conditioning of the car while I waited for hubby. He said while I was in the car I may as well just go and drive it up to the entrance and help with the last hand full of houses; as he walked a little past the car he pointed into the grass ....you guessed it... EXACTLY where I would have walked if I had decided to tackle the house on the hill and there was a 6' long (according to hubby) black snake with his head up in the grass. Did I get out of the car to help him with the remaining fliers, not on your life sister.

That little development and any within a 25 mile radius would have heard one woman screaming at the top of her lungs while a slow drizzle emerged from the legs of her shorts. My feet probably wouldn't have touched the ground as I made the world record for speed running a few miles to home. Where I probably would be packing my bags for PA and putting up a For Sale sign.

I proceeded forward and watched it slither across the street into what was not so tall grass (but you still couldn't see it) as it went into an area of trees.

You probably wonder "why" I didn't kill it. I just couldn't purposely kill it, my conscientious wouldn't allow me to say "oops, I just accidentally ran over it, I didn't see it." As much as I DO NOT like them, I had to let him go on his (or her) merry way just as I would (by staying in the car).