Terror at lunch time

I came home for lunch today - I live close enough to my job that I do that on occasion. I let Molly out the back to go potty and then called her in. As she was walking in the sliding glass door of my three season room, I happened to be looking down. Something caught my eye in the grass, up close to the house. . . something long, thin, and gray and very still. . . just inches from where Molly had just stepped. . . a SNAKE!

When I gasped, Molly stared at me, like, "What is your problem?"

I slammed the door shut and ran to the garage to find a "weapon"! The only thing I saw that looked suitable was a snow shovel. I grabbed that and went back to where this disgusting thing was. I opened the door and as hard as I could, I stabbed it with the bottom edge of the snow shovel, hoping to break its spine. This ofcourse, agitated the creep, and its front half began wiggling all over. At this point, I'm trying to hold off a heart attack.

I pushed so hard on the shovel, you would think I could have gone through concrete. Then I lifted the shovel and quickly pulled my arm and shovel back in the house and closed the door.

What that snake did next will haunt me till the day I die. Did he run away? NO! He turned around and stuck his head up against the glass door with that slithery tongue going in and out.

A year or so ago, my next door neighbors had a snake in their yard. I gladly helped them kill it. I don't recall ever having one in my yard. But you can bet I am going to do everything I can to make that snake unwelcome on my property!