This is definitely one for the record!!!
I’ve been telling several close friends and family members that Buddy, our current resident “stray” cat scares me. He’s aggressive. He jumps on me. He stands on my feet. He runs between my legs. He scratches me, sometimes when I’m in the middle of feeding him. He’s just not my type of cat.
I’ve been keeping a hoe, rake, shovel, cane, or stick at my side, not to hurt him, but to keep him from knocking me down.
Picture me walking to the patio to get the mower.
I have the hoe with me because I’ve started leaving it by the back door.
I’m wearing my rubber slip-on garden shoes.
I walk across the lawn, eyes on the evil cat, when I step on something squishy.
I’m thinking oh yuck, some-kind-of-poop, when I look down and see that I’m standing in the middle of a coiled up baby snake and I’m on its head!!!!
I am NOT kidding.
I lifted my foot. The snake, brown with little diamonds BTW, tried to strike at me and missed. I cut it in two with the hoe!
Then I stood there shaking and thinking to myself that if it hadn’t been for Buddy I wouldn’t have had a hoe with me to kill the snake! God does have a plan AND a sense of humor! I am going to be a whole lot nicer to that cat!!! :)
P.S. No photo. Hacked up dead snakes are not pretty.