The signs tell me that a family of mice have moved into the garage, so I asked my wife to pick up some mouse traps.

Someone must have overheard our conversation and put the word out to the other woodland creatures. I found this guy slithering through our back yard yesterday.

Yeah, that’s the real deal. Water moccasin, or cottonmouth, depending on where you grew up. This little bugger can deliver a nasty bite and is best left alone. I asked him to pose for a couple of pictures, but he made a beeline for the back fence. I wasn’t going to argue about it and just let him go.