Rob and I were in the kitchen when we saw Mason side stepping away from something. We knew it must be a snake so we went out to see. Indeed, it was a snake slithering around his swingset. Where my dad would have gone for the ax, my husband caught it with his hands so Mason could touch it! Yikes! I had to explain that you never touch a snake until you have gone to college and studied them to know which ones you can touch. This one was a little garter snake and it really was pretty. Mason called it a "gardener snake."
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