I jumped and yelped.
DH relocated the garter snake and laughed at me.
At least I did not call the police.
My first rescue Ibizan Hound was a prissy pants, without equal.
I’ll never forget the time she went outside after a rain and stepped on a big fat nightcrawler.
She screamed like a girl and jumped 3 feet straight up into the air and away from it.
If she’d been wearing a petticoat and pearls, I’m sure she would have been clutching them on her way down.
She refused to go out to pee on rainy nights, after that.