Snakes live in the country?!
At the farm this weekend, I took the usual tour of the place looking for anything that could suffice as a subject. Often, you'll find me on the ground trying to get a good angle.
For example, I'm literally laying on the ground to get this picture of these kittens. (Aunt C - this one is for you. Seriously. I'm sending one back to Indiana for you!)
This is trigger. He's my main squeeze. So obviously after giving him a few lovin's my rural gone urban butt was on the ground trying to take a good pic.
Out of the corner of my eye - I saw something strange.
It was a million feet long and slithering only inches away from me. To be fair, only a few feet long.
This living-to-close-to-Starbucks girl moved faster than a 16-year-old boy on prom night.
And. I ran.
Straight to my little brother.
Yep. Now. Go get it.
For all those moms who think it's cool to have a larger-than-necessary flower garden in the country, please don't cringe - my brother is stomping all of the "good" flowers.
I've since retreated to my urban casa where I've worked on a safer hobby: furniture.