This morning when Jonathan went out to hang up the laundry, he heard a great rustling noise from the woodpile right next to the clothes line. Given the recent goings on here, we have determined that it is, in all probability, a snake. And, given the volume of noise, not a snake of modest proportions.

We have evaluated the situation and decided that these are not our favorite clothes anyway and that we can get along without then until the cold sets in this coming fall. There is no need to go near the clothesline for a while. We are prudent. And naked