It is raining AGAIN, thus killing our plans to go to Renfaire for Samhain. We're just not hardcore enough to enjoy being sodden & muddy. Been there. Done that. Was miserable.
It is so wet, here at the Trailer Park of the Dammned, that one of the stray cats was sitting under the neighbors' trailer, insisting I come get him. I did not. "Go between the puddles," I told him, and with a disgusted look and a few big leaps, he did. I praised his bravery and went back down the ramp to get him some kibble, watching for slippery leaves as I went.
What’s that? It looks like a ribbon or - OH HELL SNAKE SNAKE IT'S A SNAKE.
Well, more like "snake", because the poor critter is very small and quite deceased. Either the cats got tired of the Great Frog Genocide of 2015 and have turned to snakes, or it drowned. It is brownish and may be a baby copperhead, hence my cautious use of twigs to pick it up.
What? You didn't think I was just going to leave it there, did you? Heh.