I do not like snakes. I repeat. I do not like snakes.
Today, I opened my garage door, and lo and behold, there was a green snake greeting me. Probably perfectly harmless, but still a snake.
I slowly backed up my garage deck steps and tried to startle him away by tossing the nearest thing I could find.
Shoes. Lots of shoes. The snake wouldn’t budge.
My son stood by watching and critiquing my every throw. With each toss he uttered one word…
I finally had to get a long handled broom and shoo him away because none of the other shoes worked.
Did I mention I don’t like snakes?