You can’t let fear keep you out of garden

Last night I could hold off no longer.

Snake or no snake, it was time to take scraps to the compost bin.

 

I kept telling myself I would be OK with seeing it there. But I wasn’t. So I just pulling weeds waiting until the sky would turn dark. I thought it would be OK if I couldn’t see it.

Every time I took a step I looked for the snake.

 

At 9 o’clock I made my way there. I put everything in one bag so I didn’t have to hold the lid open too long. And I stood there. And stood there.

 

What if it crawled up in the lid? What if it touched me? I don’t even like to touch worms.

 

Finally I just put the bag down and walked away.

This morning I came out to try again. I struggled with the lid. I have one of those free bins with the interlocking lid. It was hanging on at one hinge. I kept trying to twist it off without getting too close.

Finally it sprung open. I looked in…and no snake. I quickly dumped the contents, threw on the lid and ran.

 

Wait a minute.

 

If the snake isn’t in the compost bin, where is it?

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