Early morning, Bert had gone to work. I wake up to the sound of the dog barking. The only time I have ever heard Lucy (the dog) barking like this is when there was a snake in the flower bed. So I was thinking, crap there is a snake somewhere outside. I really didn't even want to go look to see but I had to. Our grass was really tall so I couldn't really see. I walked out on the deck to get a closer look. Finally, I see the thing move. My skin starts to crawl. I know I'm not going to walk out there and kill it with a shovel or something. Then comes the light bulb. "I'll shoot it with a shot gun" I go down stairs get the gun and 3 shot gun shells, go back upstairs hoping it's still there, because I can't just let it go, I have to kill it. Knowing it would still be alive somewhere outside just doesn't work for me. I go out on the deck hoping to get a clear view. I can see it but not too well. My first shot was a little short, the second hit it straight on, it's body flew up, and the third shot was insurance. I wouldn't walk out there to make sure so I had to wait for Bert to go check later that night. The funny part is the I did all this in just a t-shirt, panties, and barefoot. Good thing we live in the country with no neighbors. Why is it that the only time I have ever seen a snake at my house is when my husband is at work? The reason it's not exactly straight is because I took these pictures two days later. It's been sitting in the hot sun awhile.
When I shot the thing, I couldn't tell how big it was because of the tall grass. So when Bert held it up tonight I was a little surprised. It's bigger than I thought it was.