Aug 10, 2005 00:24
So here it is three hours before i have to go to the airport, and i had pretty much given up on being able to kill me a treesnake, when guess what slithers up to my porch? I walked out to go to the office and waste time on the computer, and i happened to look down and see a snake sitting right by the door. It was about 12 to 18 inches long, skinny as a rail (guess i still don't get to make that snakeskin hat band). What follows isn't pretty, so skip the next paragraph if you'd like.
I run back in and grab the piece of PVC pipe that i had, amazingly enough, originally kept around to kill any snakes i see. I'm glad i didn't toss it when i was cleaning house today. Anyway, I struck quickly with the pipe; stunned it briefly, but shattered the pipe. Fortunately, i'm wearing my cowboy boots, so i stomped its head before it could get away. Then i stomped again and again. I stomped its head inside out.
Yeah, killing just one isn't really going to do anything tangible to the overall population, or have any ecological effect, but whatever. And, yes, i like snakes, and i don't kill animals without a good reason. If i was in Papua New Guinea, snakey and i would be chill. But he and i crossed paths on Guam, where he ought not be.