I have a garter snake in my front flower bed that shocks visitors from time to time.
He likes to hang out in the clematis right beside the steps. I was ok with him till a few of my friends were saying that they would rather come into the house around back. Believe me I am no fan of snakes. I have whacked quite a few at my creek since living here. Now as long as I see them first I am not too fearful.
I also notice that I am opening the front door carefully again. Just as I did when the Robin family was perched precariously on the wreath. Stepping on him in the night when taking my dog out is not something I want to dream about later.
Yesterday, I decided to relocate him to the creek flower bed. Usually, he appears several times a day to work on his suntan on the clematis. All day I kept an eye on it through the window. Finally there he was! I rushed around to prepare...5 gallon bucket, Bar B Q tongs and a shovel just in case I decide to whack him!
Quietly like an Indian, I tiptoed out to pluck him from the vine with the tongs. I wondered if they were long enough because I didn't want him to wrap up my arm! Reaching out I touched him and whoops! Well...I didn't get a good grip and he slithered off to bug me again today.
I left all my equipment in place and will update you on my progress.
Friends and clients, be very afraid till this commando mission is complete!