Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not much of a swearer, but nothing brings out the profanity in me more than seeing one of our scaly friends crossing my path. Don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly afraid of snakes, and after the initial shock wears off I love to get right down next to them and check out their total coolness, but that first encounter almost always sparks a sharper response. At least I've improved from the "stand in place and scream" reaction.
The latest reptile encounter was this past Saturday in the backyard. This magnificent black snake was motoring across the yard from the woods, headed to parts unknown in the flower beds. He (or she) was definitely a crusty, old character-the tip of it's tail looked chopped off and it had lots of scars. But he was nice enough to pose for some good pictures...
