One day, right after moving to our new property (totally in the woods) my wife decided that she was going to grow some strawberries. We moved to the deep South from outside suburbs of Chicago. She put most of the plants at the top of the hill, and a couple of others at the bottom. Not long after that, I was in a store and see a realistic looking rubber snake. Suddenly I get this great idea! After purchasing the toy, I get home and place it by her strawberries at the bottom of the hill. And I wait. As time goes on, I completely forget about it. She never said anything to me about it either. About a year and a half go by, and I'm mowing the grass, I have to get off the mower to move some stick's out of the way, all of a sudden, I jumped and yelled like a little girl. My hand brushed against the long forgotten toy snake I put there to scare my wife. Oh how she laughed when I told her.