I Killed It!...Or Not

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.