This tiny plains garter snake showed up in our basement kitchen a couple of days before Christmas. Ellie named him Steve—after Steve Irwin, I assumed, but no; apparently, "he just looks like a Steve."
We kept him in a terrarium, safe from the cat, for a day or two and then, on a warm afternoon, slipped him into the brushpile of Christmas trees past where we have seen so many other garters.
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