First off NO one died. Here is the story. Today my wife and I both on vacation were hauling in some split oak from a farmers pasture to our field beside our house. We hauled three loads total in my spreader trailer. I was unloading from the side and she was pulling splits off the back of the trailer. We were just into our second load and I heard a scream pitched high enough to break a glass. I turn around from the stack and she is halfway to the house still chirping (She runs really well for a lady her age.). When she finally slowed down I asked her what the heck was going on. One word in the form of a scream "SNAKE". Well judging by her reaction I though that I would find a 5 ft bull snake or something of that size. I proceed to unload the trailer and right up toward the front of the spreader was my prey. I would be shocked if that little garter snake would have taken up 6 inches on a ruler. I caught the little rascal and dismissed him to our hayfield. Finish stacking the wood that I had threw out and headed back out for the last load. Well now the misses is turning every split 3 or 4 times to make sure there isn't a snake hanging on the under side. That darn little snake, at least for the time being, has ruined the best wood gather that I have ever had. With a little counseling I am confident she will come around shortly. So went my day!