I was getting stuff out of the back of the van Saturday when I saw a lizard or salamander (that general kind of creature) climbing on some bags of grass seed in the garage. Told the kids and went on in the house. A couple minutes later, the younger one came running in saying there's a snake in the garage and daddy thinks it's a copperhead! This did not make my day. Turned out the middle son picked up the lizard by the tail only to find that something else was holding its other end. DH, a very brave man, chopped the snake's head off. After examining the dead snake, he decided it was not a copperhead (right color but markings not quite right) but rather an innocent snake in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I HATE snakes. My guys are trying to convince me that the snake slithered in our garage while chasing the lizard and that it is not part of a colony there. I'm not totally convinced and the next one who leaves the garage door open (an every day happening) is in big trouble!
I HATE snakes. My guys are trying to convince me that the snake slithered in our garage while chasing the lizard and that it is not part of a colony there. I'm not totally convinced and the next one who leaves the garage door open (an every day happening) is in big trouble!
