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My 8 year old found a baby snake in the yard today.  It crawled over his foot, causing him to run inside screaming and shaking with fear.

I went out to see what it was, and spotted it under the outside toy box.  Small, about 8" long, with a grey/tan pattern and a flat diamond shaped head.  It struck at me, so I went and got a stainless steel bowl and my garden hoe (I looked for gloves and couldn't find any) and trapped it. 

We're lucky; we have an entomology department on call 24x7, so I called them. "No, it's not a rattler, it's a gopher/bull snake", the dude said.  I said it wasn't; I'd had one of those for a pet last year and it didn't look anything like that.  "Then it's a gardener snake", he said.  "Nope again", I said, "I lived in Florida and North Carolina for long enough to know what those look like and it aint one of them". "I'm tellin ya", he said, "we don't get venemous snakes around here".  "That's fine for you to say that", I said, "but I'm telling you that I can't identify this snake and you don't want to come and see it, so I'll take care of it." 

So, big brave Dharma calls her husband at work and has him swing by in his patrol vehicle to rescue her from the snake. Dave made the comment that it looked more like a worm than a snake, but it laid into his gloves when he picked it up.  We could hear it's little fangs catching on the leather as it struck and struck again.  He couldn't identify it either, but he did agree with me that it didn't resemble either a gopher or a gardener.  He ended up tossing it over the fence and into the long grass down by the stream at the end of our yard....I said "yeah, now it can come back tomorrow and we'll do this all over again."

I'm keeping my garden hoe out just in case.  Why, I don't know, because I coudn't bring myself to kill it today and I doubt I'll be able to do it tomorrow.  But I'm still keeping it out.

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on Oct 19, 2004

The Irish are pretty supersticious about snakes.

Their patron Saint was the one who drove all the snakes out of Ireland, so I'm not surprised. I was toying with the idea of killing this one with the hoe...but then thought about it and decided not to.  If I didn't kill it with the first blow, it would only get even more pissed off than it already was, and want to bite someone even more.  I'd have liked to have run it over with the mower, but I'm not allowed to start it....:/

on Oct 21, 2004
Ferret poo?
I knew it worked on rats and mice, but only when fresh.
Henry is about the size of a large ferret now isn't he?
on Oct 21, 2004

Henry is about the size of a large ferret now isn't he?

Hahahahah!!!  Yeah, he's about that big.....

Thanks, LW!

on Oct 21, 2004

Shovelheat -

I remember late one night laying in the floor in my underwear in front of my TV watching Goldfinger


Dharma -

That's pretty freaky, Shovel


Indeed! One can only wonder what sort of Bond fixation that implies!

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