What a morning! Dad went out to go fishing, and in grabbing a pole, almost grabbed a snake. The brothers left the garage door open last night and gathered a visitor, who probably smelled leftover fish dinner on the poles, and went a'sniffin.'
We weren't sure whether Cooper had caught him while we were out last night, or if it was a rubbery version, but when the golf club gave a nudge, the forked tongue came a'slitherin.'
Between Cooper's machete, Dad's pellet gun, Miller's baseball bat and Sawyer's deadly gardening implement, the snake was not for long.
This will probably help everyone to remember what Dad is always preaching: Close the doors.