Raking Snakes

You know we live in the country. Smack-dab in the middle of nowhere. In a land where the wild things rule, and we humans probably annoy the heck out of them. Generally I love the wild things. Most of them, anyhow. There is, however, one type of wild creature that I'm less than fond of.

All right, I'll admit it. I can't stand 'em. The very thought gives me the shivers. But like 'em or not, they were here first and it looks like they're here to stay.

Snakes. During the summer there are snakes here. I'm told they're harmless little (I beg to differ on that point. Those suckers look huge to me!) garden snakes but I don't care. I don't like them. Sorry if that offends you, but it's the honest-to-goodness truth.

So now as I begin the yearly rake-out of the flower gardens, I pray it's still too cool for the slithering monsters to be active. I pray they're on lockdown somewhere, slumbering without any thought of getting caught in my rake's teeth.

Let me tell you...if I catch just one of those horrid things in my rake, the bulbs are going to have to find their own way past the leftover leaves and small twigs. I am so out of there if something slithers my way. And the rake? It's hitting the creek across the street, going to float downstream and out of my life.

Just saying.

What about you? Any plans for today?

Got any snakes to rake in your yard?