I found this little guy curled up less than two feet from my back porch. I’ve been working out there all afternoon, so there’s no telling how many times I disturbed him. When I spotted him, it was because I nearly stepped on him.

This isn’t the first time I’ve found a cottonmouth in my back yard. While I let that one go, this one decided to head back toward the house when I tried to shoo him away. Wrong move, snake. Shovel, meet snake. Off with his head.

I feel bad for him, but I have kids and dogs. They come first.