“Mom, there’s a copperhead in the garden.”

That got my attention, and got me off the phone.  A smart tactic if the kids just wanted to give me a scare, but it turns out they were right.  A copperhead must have been prowling in the pasture last night, and got himself tangled in the deer netting.  He was so wound up when I went to check the kids’ find that he was constricting his movement and had no hope of getting free.

We came inside and googled what to do when you find a copperhead in your garden, and placed a couple calls to the wildlife people in the area.  By the time we went outside to check on it less than an hour later, it was dead.  I can’t say that I’m not relieved.  Apparently the most common way to get bitten by a copperhead is when one tries to kill it or get it to leave.

So, no more copperhead.  Now I just have one question–was it alone?

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