The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Yikes!
I encountered this guy when I walked to the end of our driveway a few minutes ago to retrieve the trash can. He was rattling his tail furiously, trying to convince me he was a rattlesnake, but I'm pretty sure he was just a rat snake.
He was gone by the time I hauled in the trash can and returned.
Ahh, Arkansas! I've seen more snakes on our property here in eight years than I did in 62 years in Indiana.
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