My Battle In The Garden (Part 2)

After the serpent was killed, the war at home began.

As I mentioned earlier, I killed a snake over the weekend.  I came inside after doing the deed expecting to be welcomed home as a hero. My tallest daughter though was heartbroken. She loves animals; she even wants to be a vet one day.  But I had no idea her love of animal extended to the slithering evil that is a snake.

I went into her room later in the day and found this note she wrote to the fairies who apparently live in our garden:

For those of you who don't read "kid," it says:

"Dear Fairies,

There was a snake in my front yard.  My Dad killed it.  Please honor it with this grave.

Love,

Tess

P.S. It was a garter."

Well, that broke my heart.  Here I thought I was protecting my family and my daughter thinks I'm a murderer.  Sheesh.  She even made a headstone:

Apparently even in death that snake is making my life miserable.