Opening the garage door to start a morning of errands revealed a garter snake previously tucked neatly into the space below the door seal:
It’s somewhat smaller than the garter snake under the trash can, although I’m sure they’re closely related.
It was a cool morning and the snake hadn’t yet reached operating temperature, but it eventually flowed off into the garage and we went on our way.
A few hours later we returned:
Apparently that was the best place for a snake.
Mary lined up a four-cell seedling pot ahead of the critter, encouraged it to flow forward, and much to our surprise it tucked neatly into one of the cells:
We carried it to the herb garden, wished it well, and a few hours later it had uncoiled and gone about its business.
Unlike the Shoe Frog, it hasn’t been seen since.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 