Or, maybe I should say DEAD. Euthanized. That why that snake is dead. I really don't mind snakes in general, and I wouldn't kill one for no reason. But this poor fellow found my pruning knife in his belly--an accident while I was trimming around the house after Rachel mowed. His guts spewed forth but he wasn't dead. I had to cut him into three pieces to make him stop wiggling.
After that story, I know you'd be interested to know I'm off to lunch with a friend--at Ton's. Yay!