
It was a quiet day in our gardens and
a perfect day to get some things done outdoors.
My best friend had been out there working for 2 hours;
she arrived while I was still resting.
I decided it was time to help her.
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She suggested several tasks;
I chose to clear the mess which has been under my son's window
for the last year or so.
You know boy things--like greasy clothes and other stuff.
I don't want to go into further details here--anyone who has had boys will understand and maybe even empathize with me.
I hope.
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At first it was relaxing (while being strenuous at the same time)
pulling weeds, moving the rocks which border the path and bed there,
and picking up the garbage.
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The day was on the cool side, but not cold--
perfect for this type of physical labor.
Recent rains had made the soil soft and weeds weren't too hard to pull.
I was making good headway;
AND
my hubby man would be pleased!
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One lawn bag full;
by this time I was sitting down to pull the weeds out, being of the lazy gardener sort.
I was pretty comfortable--maybe too much so.
Thinking back that was a mistake--a grievous error even.
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I should have known not to relax and sit down on the job;
should have known that wasn't a safe thing to do in the garden
at this time of the year.
I moved on to the next rock,
not too much more left to do.
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But first a recap here:
The first thing I had asked my best friend when I came out to help was if she had seen any visitors today; she said no.
You see we'd been having a lot of trouble with uninvited, unauthorized visitors on our property lately.
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I moved the rock, just as I had done all the others.
Odd.
There was this thing under the rock.
A thing with a stripe--an orange one, I think--and it was curled up,
kind of like a brooch jewelry sort of thing.
Maybe?
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Strange. It wasn't moving.
Could it be some kind of weird overgrown snail or maybe a shed skin thingee.
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Hum.
I thought about poking it; maybe I did.
I don't recall now.
Was it dead?
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Things seemed to move really fast after that...in fact
I lost track of the exact sequence of the events around this time.
I sort of went into a state of shock...
but I do remember asking my best friend,
a much braver and more knowledgeable person then I,
to come and take a look at this
odd discovery of mine.
AND
it was somewhere during this time (or before she got there) that she said it was
and I realized it was
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A SNAKE!!!
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You've never seen an antique granny of five move so fast while making such loud noises.
Honestly.
If you were in our area today at about 1 PM I'm sure you heard it;
there was NO way you couldn't have.
I must remember to apologize for the noise pollution to everyone in a 10
or maybe 20 mile radius of our property someday.
I know they'll understand;
after all I'm the type of person who screams when I see a snake on the ground as I whiz by safely on our lawn tractor--so it's not the first time they've heard it.
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Moral of the story:
Always be prepared for unexpected visitors; you never know where, how or when they'll show up.
Never, ever--under any circumstances--move a rock in the garden without being prepared for a possible surprise under it; most likely it won't be a hidden treasure you will find there.
Hip boots and full body armour are a good and proper uniform for a granny weeding on a spring day in the NW. And the most important moral....
A creature that looks like a coiled up, totally immobile, snake-skin-brooch-orange striped, hiding under a rock thingee is most likely (meaning absolutely) a VERY live snake.
The End--I sincerely hope (of this story)
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Photo: a rock and weeds
And you thought I was going to post a photo of him???
Obviously you haven't read my snake posting policy here; please understand that I'm a stickler for important policies like this.
I actually take personal pride in upholding firm standards and you really have to be when you are posting publicly -- I mean this is the Internet and this post is accessible by almost everyone.
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. Besides if we had to recreate the event for a photograph my friend would have been calling 911 for me;.
an antique heart like mine can only take so many encounters of this kind in a day.
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May your day be blessed with only flowers.
Blessings, aimee