AKA Copperhead. Now he’s a Notmuchofahead, courtesy 5 shots from my .22 pistol. I gotta buy a shotgun.
He was out by the woodpile, stuck in the birdnetting we have over the blackberry bush. Mrs. Sidemeat was mowing the lawn about 18 inches away from him when she spotted him and heard him rattle his tail. [...]