So a couple weeks ago TLC came downstairs while I was doing some laundry and announced there was a snake on the porch. I said No there isn't. He said Yes Mamma! There is. I asked him if he was jokin me. He said no. Ok says I. I was thinkin it was probably just a lost gopher snake. We have lots around the house. I stuck my head out the screen door and there, poking out from behind the dog boxes was a little dimond shaped head. EEEK! Everybody in the darn house. Hmm. Now what. The snake was between me and a shovel. So I did what anyone would have done (after deciding that shooting it on the porch might not be such a good idea) I called Papa M. He just lives one door up. I told him to bring a shovel. It was pretty funny watching him try and kill it. He's kinda afraid of snakes. I almost felt bad for the snake. We are pretty lucky around here. The snakes are very docile. This little snake didn't even rattle till we chopped his head off. Sorry little snake. If you come I my porch, you gonna die.