Last week my husband, Buster, moved the trash can to open the shed door. (See the picture behind my right shoulder.) He did not look down, but stepped into the shed to get the chicken feed for feeding time. He went in and out the door two times before he noticed a coiled snake at the threshold just outside the shed. He jumped, ran to get the shovel, and killed the snake before he had time to breath. The snake was a Cotton-mouthed water moccasin. We made sure the grandkids would be watching for snakes.