It slithered in, and I ran out. Snakes are my least favorite part of gardening. Not because they’re not good to have around, snakes eat other unsavory garden visitors like rodents and insects, but because they creep me out. They slither in and out of plants, trellises, and trees so quiet and undetected that it’s unnerving to have them lurking in my happy place.
I should have never watched The Witches of Eastwick as a kid. The image of Cher waking up in a bed of snakes has never left me. A run in like this used to take me out of the garden for a day if not a week, but my sister gave me a good tip: look to the lizards. They’re everywhere in Florida but not when there’s a snake around.
The lizards have returned, and a brown anole has never looked so handsome! Only a couple more hours of daylight; break time’s over.