Really, now, Mr. Snake! We have to stop meeting like this. Four times in the past week alone--and three of those days the rain kept me inside. This is too much.
You're lucky I was NOT carrying a shovel or instinct would have kicked in and you'd be sliced in two. As it is, I let you go with a mere yelp. Ooh, how I hate the slither of you in the tall grass...creepy. I let you crawl back into the rock wall, I let you pass by me to disappear into the weeds untouched and barely acknowledged.
Can't you just stay away from me? If you continue to show yourself I will not be responsible for your demise if you scare me too much.
So, go off and chase the moles, eat the field mice--as many as you can stomach, but leave the froggies. They eat the bugs, you know.
And do watch out for the hawks and eagles...hard to hide from them and we wouldn't want you to end up anyone's dinner, now do we? Well, maybe.