original sin/the snake whisperer
I have tendencies. For instance, a cockroach scuttling across the floor will cause me to shriek and bellow for someone else to come kill it. Oddly, this tendency does not extend to snakes.
I like snakes, even when I find them in my basement, so long as they are not poisonous.
Yesterday, while doing laundry in the basement, I encountered a snake. Earlier this weekend, we used old sheets to cover garden plants from the frost. These sheets got brought into the basement and deposited on the basement floor. In the process of washing these sheets, I uncovered a snake, which must have hitchhiked in on one of the sheets. He was a small garter snake, probably a foot and a half long, coiled tightly on a purple sheet. I was startled for a second, as a snake is not a normal thing to find in our basement. Then, I went to find a container to scoop him up in.
I used a rolled up newspaper to coax the snake into an large empty jar. He didn't need much coaxing though, it was as though, relieved, he slipped easily into the jar and recoiled himself at the bottom. I took him outside and let him go in the garden where he slithered under a planter without so much as a goodbye hiss. No hard feelings though.
Not to go all old testament on you, but it's like this snake and I, we had an understanding spanning centuries.
I like snakes, even when I find them in my basement, so long as they are not poisonous.
Yesterday, while doing laundry in the basement, I encountered a snake. Earlier this weekend, we used old sheets to cover garden plants from the frost. These sheets got brought into the basement and deposited on the basement floor. In the process of washing these sheets, I uncovered a snake, which must have hitchhiked in on one of the sheets. He was a small garter snake, probably a foot and a half long, coiled tightly on a purple sheet. I was startled for a second, as a snake is not a normal thing to find in our basement. Then, I went to find a container to scoop him up in.
I used a rolled up newspaper to coax the snake into an large empty jar. He didn't need much coaxing though, it was as though, relieved, he slipped easily into the jar and recoiled himself at the bottom. I took him outside and let him go in the garden where he slithered under a planter without so much as a goodbye hiss. No hard feelings though.
Not to go all old testament on you, but it's like this snake and I, we had an understanding spanning centuries.