Those sneaky, no good, rotten varmits have bred. I walked out on to the back deck to check my plants, and just so happened to glance in the deep end of the pool.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAW?
One was curled up ready to strike sitting perfectly lifelike in the bottom. And....just so you know, I was glad, although a little freaked out. The other two were in the skimmer dead as a doornail.
I was glad.
If you haven't guessed, I hate snakes.
Give me a spider or a roach to smush.....NO problem. One little snake will induce a fear in me like no other. I become statue like whenever faced with one.
I say good riddance.
Oh but wait, how many babies do they have at a time? Well, however many they have, I hope they all jump in that big cement pond in my back yard.
I also hope somebody else (DH, Boy #1, or Boy #2) finds them and disposes of the carcass.
Ignorance is bliss.