Before taking Copper to the vet yesterday, I took both him and Jack for a quick walk. Copper was "taking care of business" when I noticed a snake a couple feet from him. I watched it closely until Copper was done and then hurriedly took both of them back in the house. That's when I realized I had to kill it. Howard was out of town and I still had to walk both dogs later that night in the dark. I put some boots on and grabbed the shovel. And my phone so I could take a picture so Howard would believe me of course.
I slammed the shovel on it and split it in half but it didn't even move. It was actually already dead. BUT. That's not the point. The point here is that I tried to kill it. I would have killed it if it weren't already dead! I'm so impressed with myself. You should be too. After beating it a couple more times (just in case), I scooped it up with the shovel and began carrying it to the woods. I kept my eyes on it (just in case) almost the entire time. The second I took my eyes away to check to make sure the path was clear of more snakes, a bee came whizzing by my head. In a moment of panic, I believed it was the snake (because clearly a snake in 4 pieces makes a buzzing noise) and involuntarily shuddered causing the snake to fly up into the air. Luckily I found all the pieces so I won't have to worry about Jack or Copper coming up with a piece in their mouth. My life is so awesome.