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So yesterday, I came inside after playing with the pony to hear my cell phone ringing away. It was my mother.
"Uh, Amber? Your father caught a big snake that was eating another snake, and he wants me to help him finish pulling the one snake out of the other, and..um..I can't do it because I'll puke so I need you to come home and do it"
Me: *blink blink* WTF? "I...uh...ok"
Luckily I was at Adam's, because he only lives a few minutes away. I dragged him over there with me, because dammit, if I had to pull a dead snake out of a live snake, someone had to suffer with me, and he is terrified of snakes.
When we got there, dad was sitting on the bench outside with the snake in a tupperware tub that he'd drilled air holes in. The snake had finished regurgitating the other one, so whew..no half digested snake pulling for me.
Apparently one of the dogs had been going nuts up the hill, so dad went to see why, and found the snakes. why is it that whenever one of the damned dogs is going nuts, they've found something unpleasant like a rat, a deer leg, a snapping turtle, or a four foot long snake that's eating another snake??? Can't they find something like buried treasure, or viggo mortensen with no pants on? It's always something dead and/or dangerous that no one wants to touch without gloves and a pitchfork. I swear to god, when they started up that search for Jimmy Hoffa, they should have stopped by my place and borrowed a few of our dogs. They would've found him in no time.
But anyways. Dad saw this big black snake laying there, with the end of a tail sticking out of its mouth. He assumed the snake was just eating a skink or something, and wanted to get it out of the yard so the dog wouldn't kill it. He fashioned a snake pole out of a length of PVC pipe and some phone wire, noosed the snake, and was carrying it out of the yard when it started vomiting out the other snake. At that point he was trying to get Mom to help him remove the dead snake, and mom freaked out and called me.
After I got there, he laid the dead snake out by a measuring tape, and it was just barely four feet long. The dead snake was a corn snake. The black snake was exactly the same size..same length, same diameter. So you had a snake eating something its own body length. He took lots of pictures. Luckily no pictures of the two snakes while one was still inside the other. He wasn't fast enough for that.
The dead snake was disposed of, and the live snake was taken down to the creek (the same one we released the snapping turtle into) and set free.
such is life in rural kentucky.
"Uh, Amber? Your father caught a big snake that was eating another snake, and he wants me to help him finish pulling the one snake out of the other, and..um..I can't do it because I'll puke so I need you to come home and do it"
Me: *blink blink* WTF? "I...uh...ok"
Luckily I was at Adam's, because he only lives a few minutes away. I dragged him over there with me, because dammit, if I had to pull a dead snake out of a live snake, someone had to suffer with me, and he is terrified of snakes.
When we got there, dad was sitting on the bench outside with the snake in a tupperware tub that he'd drilled air holes in. The snake had finished regurgitating the other one, so whew..no half digested snake pulling for me.
Apparently one of the dogs had been going nuts up the hill, so dad went to see why, and found the snakes. why is it that whenever one of the damned dogs is going nuts, they've found something unpleasant like a rat, a deer leg, a snapping turtle, or a four foot long snake that's eating another snake??? Can't they find something like buried treasure, or viggo mortensen with no pants on? It's always something dead and/or dangerous that no one wants to touch without gloves and a pitchfork. I swear to god, when they started up that search for Jimmy Hoffa, they should have stopped by my place and borrowed a few of our dogs. They would've found him in no time.
But anyways. Dad saw this big black snake laying there, with the end of a tail sticking out of its mouth. He assumed the snake was just eating a skink or something, and wanted to get it out of the yard so the dog wouldn't kill it. He fashioned a snake pole out of a length of PVC pipe and some phone wire, noosed the snake, and was carrying it out of the yard when it started vomiting out the other snake. At that point he was trying to get Mom to help him remove the dead snake, and mom freaked out and called me.
After I got there, he laid the dead snake out by a measuring tape, and it was just barely four feet long. The dead snake was a corn snake. The black snake was exactly the same size..same length, same diameter. So you had a snake eating something its own body length. He took lots of pictures. Luckily no pictures of the two snakes while one was still inside the other. He wasn't fast enough for that.
The dead snake was disposed of, and the live snake was taken down to the creek (the same one we released the snapping turtle into) and set free.
such is life in rural kentucky.