Animal House
So, Collin says that I just can't "live" in this house. I have to make it exciting. My head is a magnet for cookies falling off the fridge, my foot is a magnet for errant glass shards, and I tend to find black widows in the garage every so often. It doesn't really bother me - it's just life as an Eldenburg.
But last night I found something that made me shriek like a little girl. I walk into the living room and right there on the floor is a little black and white striped snake. I walk so fast in general that it took quite a bit to re-aim my path and not walk up and step on the thing. The poor thing freaked out when I came in as much as I did, and slithered under our table near the door.
Henry ran into the room thinking I had found a bat. Collin grabbed a pair of tongs and a towel, and coaxed the little guy out into the front yard. And the cats didn't calm down for several hours - Gauss especially would not come down off of the table tops.
Anyway, it looks like "my" snake was a California King Snake. I had always thought they were multi-colored with red, black and yellow bands, but it turns out those are Mountain King snakes. If I had known right off the bat that the guy was a King snake, I don't think I would have been so disturbed - I've always liked the idea of King snakes - they're helpful to farmers, non-venomous, and they're great as pets.
Well, now that I know what he is, it kinda makes me happy that we've got a little snake guy around in our yard. I think I'm going to name him George. And I hope the cats don't eat him.
But last night I found something that made me shriek like a little girl. I walk into the living room and right there on the floor is a little black and white striped snake. I walk so fast in general that it took quite a bit to re-aim my path and not walk up and step on the thing. The poor thing freaked out when I came in as much as I did, and slithered under our table near the door.
Henry ran into the room thinking I had found a bat. Collin grabbed a pair of tongs and a towel, and coaxed the little guy out into the front yard. And the cats didn't calm down for several hours - Gauss especially would not come down off of the table tops.
Anyway, it looks like "my" snake was a California King Snake. I had always thought they were multi-colored with red, black and yellow bands, but it turns out those are Mountain King snakes. If I had known right off the bat that the guy was a King snake, I don't think I would have been so disturbed - I've always liked the idea of King snakes - they're helpful to farmers, non-venomous, and they're great as pets.
Well, now that I know what he is, it kinda makes me happy that we've got a little snake guy around in our yard. I think I'm going to name him George. And I hope the cats don't eat him.