SNAKES

Last evening at dusk, I decided I needed to mow the yard because it was going to rain yet again. The grass is very high due to all the rain we have had. I fired up the little John Deere and took off. I mowed for 30 to 40 minutes before the "event" happened. I was looking down to see where the standing water was and felt something brush my hand. Looking up to my hand, I saw a brown SNAKE slithering out from under the hood of the tractor. I jumped off of the moving mower and screamed bloody murder. Thanks to the dead man's seat, the tractor died. I stood there screaming but hubby was engrossed in his TV show and didn't hear. I ran up to the house and stormed in stressing the need for guns and other weapons. We gathered up our weapons of choice and headed back down to the road. We were too late. The little hitchhiker had fled the scene. I find that I am usually much more comforted when I kill the snake than when they escape to haunt me again.