Snakes!

Saw my first garter snake yesterday. My wife called while I was on my way home for lunch, somewhat freaked out about all the garter snakes invading her personal comfort zone. Ever since last spring, she's not a big fan of snakes. Oh, I haven't told you that story yet! One beautiful, sunny spring morning, she's walking to the patio with a cup of coffee and a good book (sounds like a relaxing and tranquil moment), and she hears a rustling in the tree above her. She looks up to see a bird directly above her head. As she was looking up, she heard a PLOP right in front of her. Immediately she thought the bird had pooped in her coffee. She takes a moment to stop and examine her coffee cup to see if she had any extra condiments floating, when she notice a snake wriggling at her feet! The bird was attempting to eat the snake and, well, you can figure out the rest. Now, I personally haven't tried coffee with snake in it, but I'm sure there's a Starbucks somewhere in the world where you might be able to try this. So back to my story. I came home and, being the Conquerer of evil and Defender of all that is good, bought snake repellent, that's right, snake repellent, and sprinkled it in a few strategic areas where we've seen snakes, or snakes might be seen, or where snakes think they might like to visit. Regardless, my duty as a superhero is just beginning for the year. But armed with my trusty shovel and my new snake repellent, I'm ready to defend my little plot of land from the evil critters of South Omaha!