It happened one cool spring morning. My husband Scott was doing some masonry work at his brothers house. He was down by a shed about to return some tools when the encounter took place. Just as he was walking inside the shed he looked up and right there at eye level staring him strait in the face was a snake. He was so startled that he reacted by swinging the shovel he had in his hand and cutting off the snakes head in the process. Scott, relieved to have rid the world of this nuisance beast went about his day just a little bit happier.
Later Scott's brother Keith returned home from work and they were talking when Scott decided to tell him about the snake and so he started " there was this snake down here today.." when Keith interrupted him with a jubilant smile "Oh, so you met Steve"? Scott said, "Steve"? Feeling anxiety begin creeping it's way inside of him. "Yeah" said Keith excitedly "Steve the snake, he's my buddy, he lives down by the shed, I see him all the time, so you met him"?
Scott feeling totally confused and a bit sick at this point answered in the only way he could, "yeah I met him" and left it at that.
