For about the last 20 years, I’ve been dragging around a rubber snake to scare little kids (and a few grown-ups). I’ve taken it camping, I’ve coiled it on the front porch, and I’ve just let it hang out in the back yard. It turns out that the joke is on me. When we pulled up to the lake house yesterday, this six-foot Indiana Black Snake was sunning herself on the driveway. And what was my first thought? Oh, did I leave my rubber snake in the driveway?
The best part of this story happened two years ago, when we heard a rustling overhead in the summer kitchen. Let me see if I can find those photos.
(And by the way, the way I feel about snakes is pretty much the way I feel about spiders: Live and let live, unless you are poisonous.)
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