This evening I am sitting at my desk, quiet, writing a paper...... Suddenly there is loud crying screaming and banging on the back door. I jump up knocking over my chair, scaring the holy frizz out of the cat, lock and load while running to the back door. I yanked the door open to find my wife, wide eyed in shear panic. I get her quieted down enough to be able to understand her. Seems she was out watering her garden and saw a snake. I mean according to her she saw a 8 foot snake almost a foot in diameter. Since no one was being murdered, I put my pistol on safety then step off the porch. She pointed me to the area where she saw the snake. I looked for it, moved some of the logs lining the pathway leading to the garage. Then I saw it. A little tan colored grass snake about 8 inches long. Doing his best to stay hidden in the dirt. Poor little guy. I could see he was breathing hard like he was scared.
By this time my wife had calmed down a little. She was afraid to step off the porch. By the way, my house is 3 feet off the ground and so is the porch. She was on her hands and knees trying to look through the spaces between the boards to see if there were any snakes under the porch.
I walked back up to the porch and put my arms around her to calm her down. She buried her head in my chest. I asked her why she was pounding on the door, why didn't she just come inside? She looked up at me with her frightened brown eyes, a tear coming down, and said. "I forgot how to open the door"....