I came home from running errands, parked the car on the driveway, and walked over to the front porch. A few steps from the front door, I stopped dead still. There was a visitor at the door. He was quite small, but I could see his tongue flicking out. Funny how something so tiny could create so much fear.
I backed away and went over and sat on the glider. I sat awhile and got my nerve up. I tiptoed toward the door. Still there. Tongue still flicking. I backed up again and sat back down.
Movement caught my eye. He was slithering along the edge of the house. Then he slithered off the porch and under my big hosta at the corner of the house. By the driveway. I wonder how long it will be before I walk by that plant without thinking of my visitor?