An outdoor bin seemed like a good idea at the time. I had a number of old plastic pots, trays, etc. I wanted to keep. I had stacked them up neatly in the trees behind the woodpile, but they were covered with leaves within a few weeks. So that prompted the purchase of the bin. It was great! Seasonal items could be stored in one place without a mess. Then one day I opened the bin to retrieve something and found a mouse fleeing its nest. Okay, I’m calm. The mouse went away. But after that, I opened the bin cautiously. I took to calling it the mouse house.
Months later, I opened the bin and found a black snake. Okay, I’m still calm. I am the first one to appreciate snakes for their rodent-eating ability, but it’s no fun to come on them suddenly. When you think about it, the bin is a pretty good gig for the snake. Hang out in it, protected from the weather, and wait for lunch to come by!
This week I needed to get some items from the bin. I called on my husband for reinforcements! We approached the bin, my husband armed with a metal grabber to pull items out. The first thing we saw inside was a large, complete snake skin, measuring 50 inches from nose to tail. Then we found the snake, but clearly not the one who lost the skin since it was smaller. He was unhappy with us, slithering back into the bin and banging his tail against the wall.
As with many things, the bin didn’t work out the way I expected, but I can adapt to the way the snake house needs to be used.