A Snake in the Grass

Today, I finally attacked a flower bed in front of the house. It had suckers growing out of the day lily clumps that were three feet tall. As I cleared the area and got a view of the apple tree four feet away I was startled by the sight of a garter snake. It lay all twisted along the roots of the tree. I decided to leave it alone. It hadn’t moved and as I inspected it more closely, I saw it was wounded. He/she/it had a very large laceration across it’s body. Most likely he/she/it tangled with a weed whip used by the lawn service to trim the borders.

I made a fatal mistake and showed the critter to Lovely who immediately wanted me to execute the poor thing. I calmed her by telling her that he/she/it was wounded and probably wouldn’t make it through the night. Later in the day, my grandson came to tell me that he was startled by a snake that crossed his path at the side of the house as he spoke to a friend on the phone. I guess he/she/it isn’t mortally wounded after all.

I’ll have to set a trap to catch this poor reptile and take him ten miles from home to let him out in the wild. I did that earlier this spring. I caught he/she/it] bare handed and put he/she/it in a box. I walked he/she/it a hundred yards into the wetland behind the house where I shook he/she/it out of the box and wished he/she/it good luck on a new life. A month later he/she/it was back in my yard right next to the back door. I never mentioned that to Lovely.

Wish me luck, I think I’ll need it to trap he/she/it, and take a ride to the forest preserve.

Things that Slither In the Night

For the past week I have tried to post everyday, but yesterday I missed. The goal is blown. Instead of writing I spent the day in my shop cutting feathers. My latest Intarsia project is a large bird with his wings spread. The feathers become the bird. The goal for this project was to finish by May ’23. It is still possible but only if I never sleep, never eat, spent zero time with Lovely, and grind wood the whole time. It’s not gong to happen. I like to sleep, and eat, and spend time with Lovely that’s why.

A new challenge has arrived to make my Intarsia project a dream, Spring! Yesterday we had a genuine beautiful day, sunny, warm, and breezy. The girls are wearing shorts again, and some guys too, but I don’t lear at guys like I do at girls!

Spring is when “. . . Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it . . .

Then last night as I was retiring my step grandson came to me as white as a sheet to explain that as he opened the garage door to get some night air, he saw a long skinny thing (snake) about 2 cm in diameter slithering past. I looked at him and said “he’s probably horny from being in hibernation since last September. Did he come after you?”

“But, but, but, is he dangerous?”

“Of course not, most likely it is a garter snake, and even though he looks ominous like all snakes do, he is harmless.” The conversation shifted to a discussion on why I should fix all the cracks and crevices between the garage door and the floor to keep him out of the garage. I went to bed.

Today, I’ll search the area and see if I can locate his den. I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him except to greet him with a cheery “happy spring,” and chase him off to the wetlands behind the house. Of course if I happen to come upon him while in the garage he’ll scare the shit out of me and cause me to run to the hardware store to buy a new weather strip for the door.