Last week, my mother and I were out in her yard picking up twigs from a recent windstorm.
At one point we stopped and stood chatting by our wheelbarrow, underneath some trees. We heard the sound of something falling above, but we didn’t think anything about it, because as I said, we were picking up twigs. (With all those trees, something’s *always* falling.)
And then – PLOP! – a snake landed not four feet from us. I screamed and Mom took a quick step away. We both calmed down when we recognized it as a smallish green snake, and it wasted no time in hurrying away from us.
I think I can say with certainty that if it had landed on me, I would never work in her yard again. Even now, I’m still casting a cautious eye upward when I’m under the trees.