Well, not snakeS (pl.), just snake. I'm convinced that every time I see a snake around here, it's just the same one.
So THE snake reappeared a few days ago in an interesting place.
We have something called a Doggie Dooley buried in our yard.
I went to make a "deposit" in it a few days ago, opened the lid, and much to my surprise, there was a snake curled up on top of the contents. And this Dooley was nearly full.
Now I'll leave it to you to find out what a Doggie Dooley would be filled with and then you might understand why I found this a little surprising. I guess I have a lot to learn about snakes.
I did amuse myself for the rest of the day with a little song I made up dedicated to this snake that any five year old would have been proud of. But I'll keep that to myself.




