Last night when Izzy and I went for our dinnertime walk, he was drawn to some sounds near the fence where yellow roses bloom. He poked his nose into the leaves, then jerked back. Poked his nose again and jerked back as if something bit him. I thought he might have found a spider nest since their webs often stretch three feet across between the tree branches above the fence, so I pulled him away and kept walking.
We saw Ellie and Peggy, played and talked for a while, then when the sun started to set, we headed back down the street to the house. Curious, I walked past the fence again. Izzy still cautiously sniffed around, but this time, I saw what must have been making the rustling sounds in the leaves and deadwood beneath the roses. And I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be sniffing around that area again. I didn’t get a photo of the actual skin, but this is a close facsimilie — and for those who don’t recognize it, it’s a copperhead that has shed its skin.