I came home from church and headed out to the yard myself. Fortunately, out next door neighbor runs a landscaping company, and he has his workers mow and edge our yard for us dirt cheap(I think he gets tired of seeing it overgrown.) The weeds have taken over, so I was out spraying weeds. Found two dead baby snakes!! Yuck, yuck, yuck!! I saw one in the garage a few days ago, a bit bigger than the ones I found today; it was alive. Yes, I screamed and freaked. I HATE SNAKES!!!! I'm not aware that we've ever had them in years past, so I'm not sure what the difference is, but this is not going to work.

Why is it always me who has the close encounters with the local wildlife in the garage? Last summer, I ran into a possum in the garage. Screamed that time too. Maybe I'll just avoid the garage.

Reminds me. My T is truly phobic of snakes. He's talked about it on several occasions over the years. He used to not even be able to look at pictures of snakes without severe reactions. He told me one time he was sitting at Starbucks and a girl walked in with a snake draped around her neck. His first instinct was to kill it. Seriously. I'm not quite that bad, but pretty close.