Bramble Tamble

"Wow," was my first reaction this morning as I spied something while mowing the back 40 for the first time this season. "That is a really immaculate dog turd."

As my mind further processed what I just saw, I realized that only an elephantine St. Bernard could have left behind such a gift. It occurred to me it wasn't a pristine pile of dog leavings, but rather a snake coiled in either offense or defense. More specifically, a copperhead.

So, on my next pass, when I saw it in the same position, I ran over it.

The only good snake is a pureed snake.