So I don’t know if year after year this is the exact same dude camping out in the exact same hidey-hole at our house, but it sure seems like it. He’s made appearances on this bog before, but this weekend he agreed to have some portrait shots taken, which allowed for the crispest photos I’ve ever taken of a snake.
[On Saturday, he sat motionless by our front door, frozen into an uncomfortable-looking half-reclined, half-neck-strained-upward position for hours. It’s surreal and a little unsettling to enter your home over and over while there’s a little snake watching you, but at the same time, these guys have gums instead of front teeth. The SUNY forestry school says “they’re completely harmless to people” and the New York Times compares the extremely rare bite from a garter snake like “being stuck to Velcro.” And seriously, in my homelands of SoTex, Eastern garter snakes are like little soft baby puffs of reptilian air compared to what else can show up unannounced for dinner.]