Go ahead, make my day.



Sadly, not on duty eradicating reptilian miscreants overrunning my garden.
Clearly he's wearing cowboy boots.

Many thanks to all my readers, friends, neighbors and family for the advice and consolation regarding my snake problem.

There's been a development. Please sit down.

Mary, my gardening guru, saved Clint's life. Yes, I named the snake Clint.

I hear the screaming! Breathe. Read on.

"Linda, that's an Eastern milk snake. ...he is not poisonous.  He's really quite beautiful.  Given the explosion in the chipmunk population, he must be quite happy in your garden.  xo Mary"

Mary is right! The munk population has reached the tipping point.



Pumpkin always gives chase, but she is not fast enough to catch these cheeky critters.

Yesterday while sitting on the front steps, a plump one fearlessly ambled right under my friend's foot! Pumpkin of course was far off. Chipmunks with little fear of humans is trouble. Smart ones that know the dog is out of range and with little fear of humans is major trouble. Their fate is sealed.

The snake lives.

Clint stays until the marauders are under control.

Respect and a wide berth have replaced all thoughts and plans re Clint's demise at my doing.
 I'm certain he's out there right now, cornering Chip and Dale in the drain pipe, and asking "do you feel lucky?"

I am, however, on the look-out for a reasonably priced pair of cowboy boots.

Thanks for reading,
Linda Pakravan

if you'd love to have a home you love coming home to, one with snakes only in the garden, thank you, contact me!