Last night when my husband went to let the dog out at 1 a.m., he saw something moving in a branch right outside our kitchen door. He got a flashlight and went after it, catching it before it escaped into the crawl space.

He was very docile until I decided to measure him. Then he bit me - no biggie. Then he bit me again and wouldn't let go! Taught me a lesson. But I was still unphased.

Though I'm in my late thirties, my mom can still worry about me and said, "Be careful. They can have germs in their mouth. Maybe MRSA even." Was that a play on my concern over some eczema??? Yes, mom, I put Neosporin on the bites immediately after. "What if you grab a baby copperhead?" Uh, I know what those look like and they aren't thought to live down here, only on the ridges.

Anyway, without further ado, here he is, in all his 46 gram and 24" glory!


Beautiful belly! White under top half and checkered the rest of the way down.


Spring is here!