I had an experience out at the cemetery I won't soon forget.  My husband's cousin, Suzy, and I went out there to see our tombstone and the grass that my husband and I sodded. 

As we were walking back to my car, Suzy said, "Oh, a bird egg.  Wonder what nest it fell out of."  She looked up in the tree and screamed, "My God, a snake!"  There was a five-foot-long snake wound around a branch. 

I ran to the car and called my husband, said, "Get your gun and come to the cemetery.  We have a snake in the tree!" 

He said, "A skunk?" 

"No," I said, "a snake!" 

He got out there and looked, said it was a racer or bullsnake and, "It won't hurt you." 

I'm jumping up and down saying, "Kill the damn snake!" 

Suzy is laughing.  My husband said, "I'll climb up and shake the limb, and the snake will fall out and run off." 

I ran and got in the car and almost locked the door, and then I thought, "That snake can't get in the car." 

So, here's Suzy on top of this big tombstone and apologizing to the dead people for being on their stone. 

My husband shakes the tree and the snake goes up the tree, not down. 

I yell at my husband, "If you die in the summer time, you will be frozen till the leaves fall off the tree and I am assured there's no snakes out there; and, if I die in the summer time, you better make sure there's no snakes in the hole with me!" 

Suzy is hysterical with laughter by now, listening to me and my husband. 

Needless to say, I don't tarry at the cemetery nor will I stand under the trees to water.  Talked to the cemetery worker and she says there are 3 bullsnakes and a bobcat out there.  Made My Day!!!!

--SSM