Alert…this is not a religious post just a story about snakes.
I have a fear of snakes. Not a phobia of snakes. Just given the choice of petting a kitten or petting a snake I’m going to pick the kitten…every time! While I don’t have a hatred of snakes I also don’t want to live with them. We have ninety acres of woodlands, streams, hills, and valleys. They need to stay out there where they belong. Just after we moved into our little piece of heaven, we found snakeskins…loooooong snakeskins as in five feet plus and they weren’t out in the woodlands, streams, hills, and valleys. We found them under the house, in the attic, and behind the cheap paneling cladding our beadboard walls. The next spring, we would find out where some of those snakeskins came from.
It was a late May day when I first…
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