The routine involves my hooking up the snow blade to the tractor, pushing the dirt and gravel back up the slope and harrowing the driveway back into its pristine condition.
Well, I knew that when I went to take the tarp off the blade (I cover it for the summer, just as I cover my mower deck in the winter), there'd be a big black rat snake living under it. So I was very careful ...
It turned out that, when I removed the tarp and dragged it away, there was no snake underneath. Even though I thought I had heard one rustling through the tarp just as I began to lift it. Hmm.
Oh, well. Perhaps he was out looking for baby birds or mice (they have a ravenous appetite in the few months they are out and about in late spring and summer). There had actually been two living underneath the same tarp when I took it off the mower deck the month before, both of which were extremely reluctant to vacate what had become their cozy abode, but not this day.
So I made note of my good fortune, hitched up the blade, did my deal, and completed the task.
Later in the day, as I reversed the process and went to put the tarp back over the blade, I suddenly became aware of a strange sensation at my right ankle. Much to my
AROUND MY LEG.My reaction was one of
Then I stood there and tried to get my arms around (though not literally) what had just happened. Was he (she) trying to bring me down with a python death grip? Was it about to sink its little fangs (do they have fangs? do I want to know?) into my ankle? Was the little fella giving me a hug for my having freed it from the confines of the tarp?
I don't know.
I don't much care.
The tarp now covers the snow blade once again. In October it will be removed and the mower deck will take the blade's place in storage. And come May of next year ...
Surprises await in the darkness ...
* If there is a snake psychologist out there, I'd love to know what was taking place at my ankle. Was there some sexual thing going on?