Smooch sounded her five-alarm snake bark yesterday afternoon.
The object of her concern was just outside the back door.
I thanked her for bringing it to my attention, then explained that
all things that slither are not necessarily snakes.
This guy was the epitome of woolly.
I wanted to ask him his thoughts on El Niño, but he was in a big hurry.
Smooch: You need to get the snake pole. He looks dangerous.
Me: For now, let's just watch where he goes.
He headed straight for the cow skull.
Perhaps this means the winter weather will be deadly.
I'm going to choose to think he was simply looking for a place to hide from Smooch.