Snake in my Garden

Yes...it is early February.  Yes...the temperatures are mild, mild in the forties.  Yes...the ground is cold.  Yes...snakes like sun and hot temperatures (or, so I thought).

And, yes...there is a snake in my flower bed.  Albeit, small snake; but snake nonetheless. Again, the weather is mild, but snake mild?

Glenn called it a 'garden' snake and I will believe him. 

Normally, I do not think about snakes while gardening, hiking or otherwise.  I just don't! I think more about tripping over a rock, log, or my feet.  I never think about the possibility of meeting up with a snake.  Unfortunately for my friend, the consummate outdoor gal....

Last summer, Ann was inches away from a mature, birth-giving poisonous copperhead while weeding in her garden, the foot of space between her house and her butterfly bush. Weeks later, after she calmed down; she learned to shoot a gun, bought snake boots; but still, she has not ventured back out to her garden - a place that has always given her peace, pleasure and happiness.  Happy, she is not.

I guess I would say I am lucky.  I only have a garden variety type of snake.

I would prefer the snake not be in my garden, but then I am not going to touch/move it either, so....

I will assume my snake is harmless, leave it to wander off on its own (which it is doing inch by slow inch), and pretend that it was never there - I can do that!