I knew the gist of conversation before it ever took place when I saw our next door neighbor standing at the edge of his yard. He was waiting patiently for Wayne to reach him as he and the mower he was on made their way up the side of our yard. The mower fell silent and they fell into their conversation. Even though I was inside, I knew what they were discussing.
There was lots of head shaking then both looked over into Wynn's yard as he pointed in that direction. And it wasn't long before he extended both arms with more head shaking. If there had been any doubt before about the topic, it was gone now.
They didn't talk long and Wayne had reached the driveway when I walked out through the garage. As he shut off the mower, I had only one question: How big and what kind?
I knew Wynn had come out to tell him he'd killed a snake in his yard Sunday morning. No, I don't have ESP but I do have ears and I heard the gunshot...I just didn't know where it was. It sounded to close to be on the golf course where they're known to shoot snakes on the creek just a hole or two away. So when I saw Wynn standing out waiting to talk to Wayne, I knew it was right next door.
The answer to my question? Five feet and a moccasin. And bigger around than my arm. It was just slithering across his yard when he saw it.
You can bet your bottom dollar I'll be keeping my eyes peeled every time I'm outside now.