We were working at the house yesterday triming trees and picking up trash. Dustin would cut off a limb and I would haul it over to the burn pile. Then, it happened. I ran face to face into a snake.
I yelped (not quite a scream, more like a verbal shutter).
I did the hibbidy jibbidy dance.
He did, too.
I turned pale white.
He was black.
I don't like him. My yard isn't big enough for the both of us. He needs to go away.