Many plants:
Heh heh. After I took this photograph, I shambled across the wobbly
Sphagnum mat, exploring for more delights.
I looked down and was startled to see a nice, big
eastern garter snake on the mat in front of me. (This is an entirely
harmless species, although like many snakes it can bite through your
skin if sufficiently aroused.)
In my naturalist's pleasure, I calmly observed the snake. The snake
studied me in kind, in its inscrutable
reptilian way. Then, without further warning, it
bolted for the nearest cover.
Unfortunately, what it mistook for cover was
actually me. While I was startled when the snake zipped
between my legs, I was horrified when it stuck its head under the cuff
of my pants and attempted entry up the inside of my pant leg.
Despite my being alone, on a relatively remote and treacherous
Sphagnum mat, and bearing camera gear, my decorum
disappeared and I started yipping little Michael Jackson sounds,
and hopped about until the snake was dissuaded and zipped off for
better hiding grounds.
So much for a career in herpetology.
