While I was "dead-heading" our rose bushes granddaughter was rummaging amongst the zinnias for bugs and other crawling things. She’s starting to remind me of myself when I was a kid, always on the lookout for any of nature’s “offspring”. Glad to see what I’ve been teaching her about nature is taking hold. "Look paw paw a snake!" she said. Sure enough there on the ground hidden in the zinnias was a rough earth snake. A dried up, dead one that is. No telling how it ended up in this state of demise. Maybe a feral cat used it as a play toy until it got bored and then left it for dead. Who knows. Dried up or not though, at least she's gettin' the hang at spotting a snake and letting me know about it before she touches it.