Remember when I said a week or two ago that we hadn't seen any copperheads this year? Well, it seems they just waited an extra week so that I would get all complacent. I let Beau out for his evening constitutional -( and I promise he is every bit as capable of constituting as any politician) and he was reluctant to descend the stairs to the back garden. I looked and spotted THIS attempting to make it's escape. Boogie and his trusty shovel took care of the evil beast while I stood on the steps giving instructions.
A further search of the yard found a companion who also met a quick demise.
Both of these critters were full grown and over three feet long and just as nasty as they look. So I guess we will be on snake patrol every night until the weather gets cooler. Damn. Like I need something else to do. Sorry, Brittany. You're not going to convince me that these things are good for anything so don't waste your breath. Your happy little tadpole eating snakes are fine. The only good copperhead is a dead one.