So this afternoon, I take Bones out front and we walk across the street and a snake has his head poking out of some ground cover. It startles me, but I don't unleash my "snake scream." I'm pretty proud of myself and even go back to see if the snake is still in the silly, head-sticking-out position. Yep, still there. Good snake. Stay on that side of the street.
A bit later, I go out to water a plant on the pool deck and look what I see.
I still refrain from my snake scream and I'm feeling pretty cocky now. I'll go get the camera, document my SECOND sighting of a snake this spring and all will be okay. Lauren decides to come out and see what I'm taking pictures of. She agrees with me that teen snake needs to go out but she's too chicken to open the screen door. It doesn't help that I'm telling her all kinds of horrid situations that could happen. She was brave. I squelched that! That's what moms do, right?