Sunday afternoon Noah came running upstairs out of breath to tell us that there was a snake in our back yard. So, as a lover of all of God's creatures, I looked at Duane and calmly said "kill it". He quickly gathered his shovel and hoe (the garden variety) and headed out back (he is so brave!). Only to discover the nasty creature was already dead. This however did not stop the disgusting males of my household from taking the opportunity for a photo shoot. Thought I'd share the joy.