This afternoon, while mowing the lawn
(my favorite pastime, might I add), I stopped the mower to check
my phone and happened to look down and see a
GIANT COPPERHEAD SLITHERING UNDER MY WHEEL!
I almost had a heart attack,
so I called my snake-loving child, Gigs, who, luckily, was home.
Gigs: "Hey, Mom, what's up."
Me: "I am looking at a copperhead, come out!"
Gigs: "Mom, I doubt that."
Me: "No, son, seriously."
Gigs: "What does it look like?"
Me: "It kind of looks like Candace."
Gigs: "I'll be right out."
Gigs came out and determined that it was, in fact, a Copperhead.
And yes, he did take care of him for me.
Humanely because he has a very tender heart for critters.
Even poisonous ones.
I mean, I was prepared to run him over with my mower.
