I'm outside watering plants and Brian notices a rather sizable garter snake in our duck-weed covered garden pond. We normally have around 14 frogs living in this pond keeping the mosquitoes down. I notice only one little frog on the far edge, his nose and eyes barely above water, and point him out to Brian. "Shit...I shouldn't show the snake where the frog is!" I gasp. Snake seems non-plussed.
I turn to do more watering when I hear the most god-awful squeak. I turn to see the snake take down the frog I pointed out.
I'm near tears. If I hadn't pointed him out, would he have had a chance? That squeak was horrific.
Brian gets the snake out of my garden pond, the frog visible and slightly audible deep in the snake's tummy. We relocate him to the big pond out front.