So there I am looking for treasure, scavenging along in the field to the left of our house, when I remembered the snake I had spotted in our other pasture. As the piles of leaves underfoot crunched beneath my extremely low top sneakers and thin ankle socks All of a sudden I was jarred into reality. Mind you, prior to this I had been moving along surveying the ground all over-that is until I thought of that. I would call it cautiously creeping as quickly as I could back to the safety of my driveway, when I thought of snakes.
Thankfully I had found the small vintage glass bottle before the dread of the
My kind of snake.
Blue bottle and others I drug back with me.