So many things mark the return of spring. The time change is chief among them. Today, the first snake sighting came. Of all the states to live in, Florida seems to be the sanke capital. I’m sure it is no doubt one reason why my relationship with my homeland is a conflicted one. There have been many times where I’ve come across something as harmless as a grass snake and left the lawn half mowed. The lawnmower could sit for days as a testament to my irrational fear.


Of course snakes were probably a good thing to fear and if you had a healthy respect for them you were more likely to survive the times when we couldn’t make the distinction between the harmful and harmless ones. Now, we know better. Yet that doesn’t stop me from screaming like a 5 year-old girl when I see one. It probably never will. All my life, when it warms up, I try to stick to the paved areas and the beaches here in Florida. Granted, the dunes are best avoided as well. This state is crawling with snakes.

I miss winter already.