I was headed over to Mama's next door for our morning coffee chat, when I saw her headed my way-fast...really she was a movin' on ....like she was a young thing of 60.(Mama doesn't "do" fast!She's 78.) "Where's the hoe?" she said in a winded voice.
Neither of us garden, and the way we weed is to shell out a fortune on Round Up Weed Control. [Yes.... that is a google keyword...but a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do! ;)] So when we need a hoe, it's a weapon! "Whatcha need it for?" I questioned, hoping it wasn't a snake. "Well it IS a snake, so I'm takin' this hoe and coming up from behind the snake, and I'm gonna chop it's head off." Mama stated ,with just a smidgen of bravado.
Long story short????? A hoe that has never been resharpened since the day you bought it will not kill a 3ft long sausage width snake. Not even with two old ladies (I'm 61.)taking turns. Add a shovel and chop-chop. ..... nope. Chop-chop,twist. Nope.So Mama got her biggest butcher knife while I held the wounded snake with the shovel. The knife got'em. Whew!
22 hours ago