If there is one thing that country life gets one accustomed to...
it's all things creepy and crawly!
Some people have an innate response of revulsion at the mere sight of
Luckily, I am not affected in that manner.
I have learned to take these creepy-crawly and slithering beings in my stride.
Hubbs, on the other hand is not a fan... especially when the element of surprise
is added to the equation.
Last summer, one morning, as I was raising the garage door on the tractor shed,
a snake fell from overhead onto my shoulder and then down onto the ground.
Amazingly, I was un-phased.
Many would have passed out, I am sure.
Last week, the same thing happened to Jack.
Door raised... snake fell from above.
Amazingly, he, too, was relatively un-phased...
although it wasn't the type of surprise he enjoys.
After that incident, Jack did a little investigating inside the garage,
only to find that Sir Snake (a black snake) has made the garage
his home and spends much of his time on the horizontal wood that runs just beneath the roof line.
Sometimes he can be found lounging directly above the garage door,
sometimes, on top of the cabinets.
The up-side of having this fellow (or gal)...