Apparently, boys never outgrow the need to go outside and check for snakes. I told you about the piece of metal flashing they put out on the lawn to attract them. That's not working this year.
Now, the snake spot of choice is the burn pile. I got called out because there was a pile of them coiled so tightly together they supposedly looked like a three-headed snake. All but one we gone by the time I came with the camera.
They aren't in this picture, but there were at least seven littler snakes making their ways through the tangle of dried up blackberry vines and occasionally poking their heads out. It was as cute as snakes can possibly be.
My husband has been forbidden to burn any of this until we're sure the snakes have moved on. Or until he figures out how to get the snakes out.