As I was driving down our road after my daily grocery/ Starbucks run, I discovered this guy hanging out.
At first, I panicked. I did not have my red snake boots or hoe handy. But after snapping this pic, I drove over him…forward and back, forward and back, repeat. Not enough. Then I remembered the fire poker at the fire pit. I sprinted for it, came back and pierced it in his head…. twice. He was an arrogant fat snake. Never moved, thinking I would move first. I guess he did not know the rules of Wild Azalea Lane. We kill only a few things – ticks, mosquitos, black widows, and copperhead snakes.
We love living in the woods, but some creatures are just not welcome. Sorry Mister Copperhead.