I was peacefully watching my PBS show about travel one evening and my husband walked into the room and put this shovel with a beheaded, bloody snake it in my face. Ahhhh! He was just so proud of himself (as you can tell by the look on his face) for killing this copperhead snake in our backyard. I WAS proud that he killed it, but bringing it into our room was a little much. Quincey screamed and got mad at her parents because one, Daddy killed it and two, Mommy took a picture of it. She was just disgusted with the both of us. Funny.
