Sulfur powder along every wall. $34 at the farm store. The bag said "snake repellent" in big letters.
I went through two bags in three weeks.
Found shed skin near the side door on a Tuesday.
Cedar granules. Cinnamon spray. A "natural deterrent" kit from a garden website that cost $67 and smelled like a Christmas candle.
Gone after the first rain.
I called a pest control company. Proper one. Not a guy with a van a real company with uniforms and clipboards.
The inspector walked my garage. Checked the perimeter. Very professional.
He told me they could do a treatment that would "reduce snake activity" around my property.
I asked him what "reduce" meant exactly.
He said it meant less likely.
Less likely wasn't good enough anymore.
I needed to know. Not hope. Not probably. Not less likely.
Know.
I paid the $290 anyway. Because I didn't have anything better.
Six weeks later I did my sweep before reaching for a socket wrench and caught myself mid-motion and just stopped.
Looked at my own hand hanging in the air.
This wasn't fixed. This was managed. And I was the one doing the managing.