This is just a garden-variety story.
My grandparents sometimes had a garden beside the barn in their backyard, and Pawpaw went to till it up one day.
My cousin and I went with him, to “help” I guess.
He tilled the earth, and we watched it turn.
For some reason, maybe just to play in the dirt, I was close enough to the ground to see some of it wiggle.
A garter snake slithered into the sunlight, and I knew what must be done.
Fueled by whatever makes little boys partial to mischief, I grabbed the snake and hurled it toward my cousin.
My aim was good.
When the snake hit her, she screamed and threw it away.
I doubled over, laughed and replayed the successful prank on a loop in my head.
It was a job well done.
I still enjoy the scene when it crosses my mind from time to time.
Come to think of it, I didn’t see the snake land.
I’m not sure if it ever did.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “garden.”