There's a pretty good reason why I haven't written any good "snake stories" so far this year. I've only seen a black snake resting on the tire of my truck and a garter snake in a flower bed — good snakes that no one gets excited about. I would guess that there's a copperhead around here somewhere, but we haven't ran into each other yet. Maybe this will be a copperhead-less summer for me, but it would be the first since I moved here in 1986.
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