Once we got home and unloaded the groceries, we were playing outside in the somewhat sunny yet cool weather. I decided I wanted to mow the backyard. Farm Guy was/is at work (his real job, not his farming) and the backyard REALLY needed it. So I let the kids play on the patio in the sandbox while I got started. A few passes into the yard, I look down and I MOWED A SNAKE! Did you hear me?! I mowed a snake! Heaven help me. It was, um, slightly alive but in no condition to do anything about it. I freaked out and started screaming for the dogs. I thought they would rescue me. I was wrong. All they did was fling it around a little and paw at it. So, I regained my composer and mowed the rest of the yard. It looks great, except for the little unmowed patch because of Mr. Snake. I wasn't willing to run it over again just to finish mowing for fear of part of it flying onto me. I don't think I would survive the trauma.
So, how's your Saturday going?