This weekend, I was finishing up a job I was hired to do. That job was doing spring cleaning around my house. Now, it sounds like it's really simple and not even worthy of being hired. But no, there were A LOT of leaves. It was two weekends worth of yard work. Regardless, that's besides the point. What is the point is that during the second weekend, my father found a "four foot long garter snake" (He really wanted to help with the work, even if it was my job). I didn't see it myself, but I don't think it was actually four feet. Who's heard of a FOUR FOOT garter snake? I could understand like, a foot or two, but it's just a garter snake, come on. I'm not gonna continue ranting on my dad exaggerating what he saw, but I'm still gonna talk about garter snakes. Garter snakes are cute. They basically aren't even snakes, they are just too cute. If you could classify a puppy wearing a snake costume as an actual snake, that's what a garter snake would be. Would Indiana Jones be as interesting if he were surrounded by garter snakes instead of regular, more scary snakes? Probably not, but it'd still be fun to watch it just for the cameo of countless garter snakes.The life lesson that should be taken away from this blog post? Next time you see a garter snake, consider sitting down and having a nice conversation with it, or maybe go to the movies together, not act scared and respond as if its an actually intimidating snake.