These are the words my husband uttered when I showed him this photo, snapped while sitting on the front porch with the dogs.
Riiight. And here I thought I’d met my responsibility by snapping enough pictures that we could identify it. Correction: that I could send the picture to brilliant Jen and ask her if we should be worried. I tend to not be worried; my husband tends to believe that we should be freaking the hell out.
Why the snake hate?🙂
Update: it’s either a water or rat snake, thanks to the quick responses of Jen and her peeps, all of whom know more about these things.