Neither one of us asked why it was there. Or how it got there. No, we went straight to the WHAT IS IT DOING? question.
I was standing outside on the front sidewalk talking with the UPS delivery woman. She had dropped off a package, knocked on the front door and was walking back to her truck when she saw it.
When I opened the front door to retrieve the package she turned to me and pointed to [what I believe is, but could be wrong about] a milk snake in the planting bed nearest the house. I walked out to where she was standing and saw Milky.
He was doing his snake-y thing. Slithering. Sticking his head into various heretofore unnoticed holes in the ground around the roses.
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After watching Milky together, the UPS delivery woman told me that this was her first snake on the job. She’d been warned that things like this could happen, especially out in wooded suburban developments.
For her, Milky was a milestone. And she left our property with a smile on her face, pleased with her find.
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But as for me, Milky’s existence has brought a new level anxiety to my life. I realize that if he can get into the planting beds this close to the house, he can slither his way up onto our front door stoop and greet me when I step out of the house using the front door.
So, I’ve done the only thing that I know to do. I’ve put a note on the inside of the front door where I will see it before I open the door. The note is short and to the point. It says: REMEMBER THE SNAKE.
And with that thought in mind, my summer begins.