The snakes are out.

Yesterday, I spent over sixteen hours writing and I got nowhere but somewhere. As a gift to myself, I mowed my lawn. Quirky, I know. In the process, I had to stall my mower for two grass snakes - one of which was eating a grasshopper and perturbed I was intervening on his feast. The local snakes are harmless, but after my first year of mowing in my North Syracuse home, I've tried to be more conscious about sharing my lawn with critters. Like us, I imagine they're not thrilled by the onset of blades coming down from the sky.