Zero to the Bone

This title refers to an Emily Dickinson poem, "A narrow fellow in the grass." 

He had come out of the grass and wetlands to die on the gutter where I walk the dog.  The head was chewed off (I feel no compassion about that).  Nala's reaction was quite funny--"sniff, sniff, closer--back off!"

The husband says it's some kind of kingsnake.  It was not two feet long.

I feel the natural antipathy toward all reptiles and especially snakes (I like turtles, though.  Our college has a turtle colony we are all quite proud of!  See Turtles at Dalton State.)