plotting my attack

I hardly ever use the front door in my house.

Most everyone including me comes and goes through the garage.

One day last week I decided to go that way to get my mail and check on my flowers.

Before I opened the door I saw him...

a black snake,

extremely long and skinny,

enjoying my front porch,

happy and content.

I stood there for a moment and then,

started plotting my attack

First, I will get my camera because I want a picture of him for my blog.

Brave!

Anything for a picture!

A peek out the window assured me he was still there.

I stealthily opened the door,

stepped out,

got my shot, 

and came back into the house.

When I looked again he had moved up a bit.

Okay, he's on the move.

I remembered that Bubba always killed snakes with a shovel.

That's what I will do!

When I got to the garage I decided on a kid-size hoe with a short handle instead.

That will give me more control.

When I got back to the front door he was gone.

Thankfully, I wouldn't have to kill him and haul him off.

Now that I know he is out there though,

I am afraid I will encounter him and he will bite me.

Fear of the unknown!

He is always in the back of my mind when I step outside.

Does heaven have snakes and lizards?

I hope not!

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