Dianekkdi

My lawn man put a gash in my Florida screen this week. I didn't think fixing it was a great hurry. It seems that was an error.

My husband screamed to me from the family room, "Wolfie's after a snake!" I ran outside and sure enough, there's Wolfie crouching her way toward a 3 foot black snake!

I shooed Wolfie back into the house and closed the sliding door. Then I tried to pick the snake up with the pool skimmer. He fell right out. I ended up just pushing him out the screen door.

I put masking tape on the gash and we're off to pick up duck tape. Of course I have to have another lecture about leaving the lanai sliding door open.

*yeesh*

We used to catch Gardner snakes when we were kids. It was a challenging way to spend an afternoon. One time I caught one and brought him home. I emptied out my top drawer, filled it with dirt and gave my snake a home. Mom was none too pleased when she went to put away clean laundry--especially considering that my snake had already abandoned his bedroom drawer home to who knew where. Yep, the whole thing did not go over well with Mom whatsoever.

I should have used dried grasses rather than moist dirt. Maybe then the drawer wouldn't have warped.

I like snakes. The picture below is a Florida Black Snake. The poem following is one of my favorites. It says so very much.



D. H. Lawrence

Snake

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.

Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second comer, waiting.

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.

And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

And I thought of the albatross
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.

Taormina, 1923

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gonzo

I'll probably be the only positive reply you get on this subject, lol. I love snakes, and I have pet snakes. (One rescue, one 'spensive one)

This past summer DH called me over to where I broadcast wild bird food around our front yard big Red Oak. He said "Look". I looked, nothing. I kept looking until I finally saw his eyes. A 5-6' Timber Rattler (aka Canebreak Rattler) had coiled and shimmied his way down into the leaves as a disguise. You couldn't see that joker! Had I been spreading bird food I would most likely have stepped on him and gotten nailed.

I hand caught him, and we hopped in the car and released him a few miles away. Man, he was fat! Feeding on my poor little Cardinals, no doubt.

Last week I was sitting on the front porch (not screened), and a nice sized Ga. Kingsnake slithered up. I caught her and called DH to look at her. They are colored so different from our Fl. Kings. These Ga. Kings are just black & yellow...no red. I let her go on her way off the porch.

A few days ago a good sized Copperhead slithered up while I was gardening. She got away before I could catch her. She's up under the house, and I'm not happy. I move venomous snakes due to having so many dogs that think they are playtoys.

Ahhh, living deep in the woods..LOL!

I'd LOVE to see a Florida Black Snake right now!