Painters are here today and I had to clear away things from up against the shed, including the wood pile. Somewhere in the middle I found one of our larger garter snakes. "Good morning!" I cooed to the coiled up snakey snake. He didn't move but to look at me. I picked him up and put him elsewhere in the garden so I could move the rest of his pile. Poor thing, rousted from his rest.
I did not coo at the spiders. I mostly ignored them, or tried to. I'm species-ist, I admit it.
(Arr, yes, it be talk like a pirate day. I'm not up for doing so constantly, but I am rather fond of this popular tradition, so spread the word! Arr!).