My life is ruined.
Ok, too much drama and hyperbole there. My afternoon of gardening is ruined.
Ok, maybe not ruined. But side-tracked. I was walking along the retaining wall showing Hector, our heavy-lifting-guy some things, and I’m poking around in the weeds trying to find the little lost hydrangea when suddenly he grabs me in a dramatic I’m-about-to-save-your-life-lady-so-don’t-get-hysterical-and-think-I’m-groping-you way.
My hand was a mere inch away from this three and a half foot snake.
That sneaky snake-in-the-grass. I wanted to hack it to death, after I stopped screaming.
Hector calmed me down and pointed out it’s a good snake to have around the house (impossible) and then, fairly sure I wasn’t going to faint, proceeded to chase the snake for more pictures so he could send them to his wife and make her scream.
Because we all know men have a 12-year-old version of themselves ready to play if the opportunity presents itself.
another cup of coffee 
Oh, THAT is funny!! Glad it was the harmless type. We usually find copperheads in our gardens!
Yeah that would have been the end of my gardening career – though me, being me, would have already been on the lookout for a good excuse to quit :))
Yeahhhh you wouldn’t find me in the garden anymore after seeing a snake.
three. we found the momma and another 4 foot baby.
yikes!
I rest my case.