Imagine my surprise when I was watering my front porch potted plants and the one of the pieces of decorative driftwood started to move!
I am not and never intend to be a snake expert. I see a snake and I run. That’s what I did! I ran around the corner of the house, yelling “snake, snake, snake” to my husband who was in the back yard.
He dashed around, as did our son, and announced it was a read rat snake. A “good” snake.
One snapshot later, and he and our neighbor, using a stick of driftwood, were taking it to the woods behind our house.
Such is Florida life!