I was in the backyard taking photos of springtime. Ray was poking around the Grape Hyacinths which were positively ABUZZ with bees.
All of a sudden, Ray leapt backwards, his mouth open, his head shaking. He was gagging. Alarmed that perhaps he'd been stung inside his mouth, I ran to him. By the time I got to his side, the gagging fit was over. I looked inside his mouth but didn't see anything.
Ray was anxious to get back to whatever he was doing so I turned him loose but stayed close by to make sure he wasn't bothering the bees again. Ray cautiously returned to the border of flowers. Neck outstretched, ears deployed in ultra Dumbo mode, he semi-circled the area. I looked for bumblebees but didn't see any. I looked for smaller bees but didn't really see anything that could cause such curiosity in the blind dog. I watched as, again and again, Ray approached the area and pulled back. In alarm? In disgust? I couldn't tell until he pulled back and gagged. And then gagged again.
It was disgust.
Ray had found a snake.