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My Snake Story...................Posted Jul-19-08 15:53:29 PDT This is a repost from almost two years ago.....it is the reason that my hubby hates a snake.......
Posted Oct-05-06 08:18:54 PDT Updated Oct-05-06 08:25:43 PDT
If you have an unnatural love of snakes, maybe this blog isn't for you,
so avert your eyes or whistle a happy tune and come back later, okay? I
don't want to offend anyone...
A year ago last May, when we
came to live here (110 year old dairy farmhouse in rural VA), My
husband, then 16-year-old son and stepdaughter and I came on a Saturday
to clear the place out and wash it up before we brought any furniture.
There is a wonderful shed of admirable size about 20 feet from the
house across the driveway, we decide that it would be perfect to house
our outdoor sign tools; posthole diggers, tampers, pikes, shovels, you
know.....
My husband, long time lawman, master marksman,
past firearms instructor, general all around hearty fellow, hates a
snake. Worse than a bad guy. But this is Saturday, he is not armed or
even thinking about this sort of danger. I am indoors, windows open,
lovely spring breeze in the country blowing in. I am being held hostage
by the phone company (aka I am on hold listening to a song by Wham
performed muzak style).
Suddenly, I hear yelling and banging. This is how I know that a snake has been uncovered. I am unconcerned.
Next, the teenagers are screaming and running in my
direction....Unbelievable profanity is coming out of my husband, who
call the two kids back in there with him, they protest, but obey to a
point, coming within ten feet....I am tethered to the phone......
It was not until an hour later, when the kids could speak again and my
husband finally let go of the garden hoe that i got the story.
When we arrived there that morning, the shed was deceptively empty,
except for a lone black snake swallowing a bird....disgusting, but
tolerable. Black snakes eat rodents mostly and some other shifty
creatures so we moved the snake and started doing other things. Well,
next one of the kids bumped into a wall while my husband was on the far
side of the shed, trapped in there. That is when the snakes began to
rain from the rafters, literally, they dropped, they hung, they hissed.
Both teenagers freaked out and ran....but my poor snake phobic, unarmed
husband was trapped....with only a garden hoe. These were not all black
snakes, there were copperheads in nests as well.
I have
no idea how many snakes he killed that day....the kids called him "Indy
Jones and the Temple of the Lost Shed" for a while. I went to the local
hardware store to get sulphur, a snake repellent, to sprinkle around
the perimeter. The owner suggested two one pound bags. I bought sixteen
bags.....because you never know......
And that, my friends, is my snake story.....
Ellen :) |
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