Mr. Snake, meet Mr. Cub Cadet.
(Notice how I even managed to get him outside of the yard into the neighboring cow pasture in one easy step.)
In my defense, for you animal lovers, I had no idea that he was in the grass. I was mowing along then hit what sounded like a good-sized tree branch. I was like, "What the deuce?"
Not that I would have tried to avoid it if I had known it. Pretty sure I would have swerved to be sure I got it. Snakes that size have no business in our yard where a one-year-old plays.