Snake chose wrong parcel
The fittest survivor rules
Winner −− not the snake!
While I was gardening Sunday afternoon, my husband, our 3 dogs and I were characters in some unusual excitement. Now, in a town with about 1000 people, in the middle of “nowhere”, we are keenly aware of anything that constitutes excitement.
This is what unfolded: I made the decision to pull grass from a neglected bed closes to the house. With gloves on hands, I pulled a few clumps before I heard a “buzzing sound”.
I stopped, assessed the sound, and determined it must be my imagination. I proceeded with the task at hand. Once more, I heard a “buzzing sound”. This time, I was not taking any chances.
I stepped away from the area. I am proud to say – I did not scream. 🙂
What ensued was an hour of flurry.
I called my husband over to the parcel of grass. Armed with rake, shovel, and gasoline – he proceeded to flush a large snake out of the grassy area. The snake shimmied straight for our backyard. This presented several possible scenarios of dilemmas. Most important, the snake could easily slip into the opening under our pier-n-beam home … directly into the sleeping quarters of our dogs. Of course, this is opposite the direction than we wanted. The snake did not ask for escape route directions!
To add, to the garden drama, the snake moved so quickly into a pile of leaves, under the bridal wreaths, it was difficult to assess if this creature was a rattler, copperhead, or other type of snake. Hot and dry, drought conditions lent itself to the snake being a rattler or copperhead.
Since the snake could easily seek refuge under the pier and beam area of our house, I proceeded, to sequester the dogs out of sight and excitement.
Meanwhile, the police department was called (they do such things in small town central Texas); as well as a rattler handler was called. Honest, truth!!
We waited on pins and needles, while trying to keep an eye on the snake’s moves. Finally, two police cars arrived. After, a small discussion, the two officers and my husband determined the next step. Instead of waiting for the handler, the largest framed officer took it upon himself to check it out.
Eventually, he discovered and uncovered the snake, and proceeded to handle the situation quickly and effectively. Although, a tiny part of me felt sorry for the demise of the snake – I was relieved the Sunday afternoon drama was over.
Proud, I was very calm during the entire incident and no longer in danger, our gardening continued.
© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011