On Tuesday night my SO and I were going grocery shopping. I walked out my apartment's security door and saw something moving on the ground. I thought it was a feather blowing in the wind, so I didn't pay too much attention. Then I about stepped on it and it started really moving. At this point I realized what it really was....a gardner (is that the right spelling? I always called them garter snakes growing up, until I realized that was not it) snake. This caused me to inhale quickly and start backing up right into my SO. This caused him to back into the door. Apparently it took him a second to get his head around me to see what the fuss was about.
Yesterday morning we were walking out of my apartment and he was ahead of me. We are out in the common area hallway and he is almost to the security door when he hears me going "hey". There was that stupid little gardner snake IN THE HALLWAY!!! My SO said, let me get that out of here and I said, no don't touch it. Then he started to say, but if we leave it...and I realized where he was going with this. I didn't want that thing IN my apartment. I told him, I'm going to my car where it's safe. My SO captured him and then took him outside and put him down the hill.
Saved from the little gardner snake, by my SO. I'm not a snake person if you couldn't tell. I can do spiders and mice. Snakes...no way.
Let me tell you, if I see that thing again, it will die. It has had plenty of chances to get out of here. Now anytime I walk in my apartment I'm looking for that thing. Hopefully, the kitties will find it first.