  Work continues to trudge along. I did get new software to learn (Adobe Illustrator) and that is nice. I like the challenge, I like to learn. Almost forgot about the mini-drama Saturday night. I was getting ice water from the fridge and glanced over to the right. On the floor, between several bottles of water and a twelve-pack of Diet Rite, was a dark form. I assumed it was a mouse as they are occasional visitors.
That's the price one pays for living in the woods. I looked closer and found it was not a mouse, but a snake. Great. When you live alone these problems become all yours. Dusty's interest had been aroused but I shooed him away. If it was poisonous, which I doubted, it's bite might prove fatal to a dog. It was obviously a baby snake, only 12 inches or so long.
I figured at worst it could make me sick. I hunted around for something to capture it with and came back with a large Tupperware container. (One hundred and Two uses! ) I got the snake into the container but then had to slide the lid under it. It wriggled out and there I was dancing around to keep my bare feet away from it. I admit to yelling a bad word too. Got it covered again, then retrieved a thick leather glove from the garage. I finally managed to get the lid on (mostly) and took it out front.
I dropped it off the front porch, so I suppose I may see it again. My hope is for it to eat enough mice to become too big to fit through the same hole! After a little research on the internet I have come to believe it was a baby black rat snake. Makes sense since I have seen an adult around the yard in the past couple of years. I'm thankful that I have no fears of critters. I don't know who I would have called for help. 
