Well, one, anyway - Cat came in from her morning coffee on the deck, to hide from it: she saw it snaking (ha) around the house foundations heading for the neighbours property. About three foot long, medium grey with a pink/orange colour under the jaw, she said.
Midnight, who always goes out with her, was of course alertly watching, and decided to go snake-hunting, following it under the gate into the front yard, where we stopped her & demanded she go back inside, for fear she'd go playing in the traffic - the snake had already disappeared then, so I didn't get to see it myself.
I should perhaps explain that, after 8 years in an apartment, Middie has decided that she is a Mighty Hunter, and will stalk anything ... badly. Of course as it's daylight and she's pitchblack, she stands out like a beacon against the grass colours. Still, this is better than Brandy, whose idea of hunting seems to be to hold her mouth open and expect birds to fly into it.
When I think about it, it's surprising that it's taken a year to see our first snake here - America is full of weird creatures, most of who we haven't seen anything of, yet: the ticks & leeches (which Arkansas is famous for) are something that grosses us both out, but again, we haven't ventured into hiking into the wild (or even the long grass really) so no sign of them yet.
Well, back to herding the wild electrons
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