Please don’t think poorly of me for that statement. Everyone has something that they irrationally (or rationally) fear or hate and for me it’s snakes. My husband can’t stand spiders and another family member is afraid of clowns. We all our fears and we all have to find a way to live with them which brings me to my story.
The other day I was clearing out my texting history between my husband and I and came across this exchange complete with picture and I just had to share it with you. Those of you that have been loyally following my blog know that I posted a snake experience that my sister (who also hates snakes) had this spring with baby Copperhead snakes. Yes, that is not a typo. I said snakes, plural, as in not just one. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. But her story is pretty hilarious (at least from a few hundred miles away!). You loyal followers also know that my dad who was a biologist/ecologist, always tried to teach us that snakes are beneficial (they eat rodents and insects), to treat them with respect, and how to identify the dangerous ones. Which makes our hatred/fear of snakes even funnier (to everyone but us). Anyway here’s my story:
Me: I hate snakes!
Dave: EWWWW!!!! WHERE WAS THAT???
Me: Under Adirondack chairs. Right next to the pool deck where we had been swimming in peaceful oblivion.
Dave: Oh s#*t!!
Me: Stinky and Mo were on the case. Our hound dog and Siamese cat who were trying to catch the snake themselves and play with it.
At this point I didn’t know if it was a dangerous snake or not and I was really worried that one of them was going to get bitten. Which is the only thing that spurred me into action instead of picking up my kids and running for the hills.
Dave: Ha!!! Good. Apparently my husband thought the pets were fully capable of handling this on their own. OR maybe he was hoping to decrease our pet population?!
Me: But your girls and I killed it. Didn’t know if it was poisonous or not and were worried about the animals safety
Dave: Good call. I would have as well.
The girls too?? Wow.
I’m seriously impressed!
Was it as big as it looks in the photo?
Me: We’re so Brave!! It was 18″-24″ long. About as big around as your thumb. But scary to us!
Dave: Seriously scary!!
Good job everybody!!
M: Presley took the pic then held the snake down after I pinned it with the rake. Then I chopped its head off with the hoe & a knife (snakes are hard to cut). My sister was right when she told me that!
D: Tell Presley I’m proud of her!!!
M: She had shoes on. PJ was barefoot and smartly stayed back and kept the animals back.
D: Smart!! Good job everybody!
(Kinda disappointed nobody geared up in boots, knee socks, gloves and BBQ tongs tho). This is a personal joke in reference to another “lovely” snake encounter we had a few years ago, but that’s another story for another day.
M: I did put on your work gloves. In retrospect this is entirely ridiculous since I was wearing a swimsuit and flip-flops and therefore had nothing to protect my feet or legs which were much closer to the “vicious beast.” But I wasn’t going to let it bite my hand!
Upon closer inspection of Presley’s photo, (we definitely weren’t going to get any closer to that snake, even if it was now in two pieces and buried in the fire pit) we determined that it was a King snake. The King snake is a constrictor, harmless to us, but great at killing small rodents. So according to my father, I should have “Let it Be,” but I have 5 cats who are capable of keeping my rodent population in check. Well, 3 cats anyway, the other 2 are 17 years old, declawed (not by me, I would NEVER declaw an animal) and therefore housebound. It’s not like we’re overrun with rodents in the first place, except moles. They destroyed half my lawn last year. Maybe I shouldn’t have killed that snake? No way! Did I mention that I hate snakes?