Snake returned. Crum. I almost missed him because he'd moved to the opposite, darker side of his nook, but was in that same statuesque upright position. He's not the ideal roommate for the mice and goats, rattlesnake or not. I'm certainly not going to put out the welcome mat for him.
In addition to the wasps, this weather has brought out the gnats. These tiny, pesky insects are so irritating. While they don't land and bite, they dance in a cloud directly in front of and only inches away from your eyes. From any distance, it must appear I've gone loopy as I constantly wave my arms about as I'm going anywhere outside. Come to think of it though, they don't hover on the deck.
While I might feel it after moving bags of feed, Bessie Anne is paying the price for her burst of youthful speed. She evidently strained the muscles in a hind leg and was limping badly last night. She hasn't yet jumped off the bed, not even to get her morning treats. I see a pain pill in her future today.