My son came running into the house after dinner when he was supposed to be on cleanup crew. He wasn’t making any sense, but he sure was excited about it. All I could gather was something about a Checker with a snake under the tree. Since we have an extreme dearth of taxis on our dirt road, antique or otherwise, I assumed that ‘snake’ was the operative word. I grabbed the camera and ran. I did have the presence of mind to throw on my flip-flops. Shoes are an important asset around snakes.
He took us right to where he’d seen it, which is not where I expected it to be anymore. Surprisingly, it was right where he pointed. Cool! The children quickly identified it – not sure how accurately – as a “Yellow Striped Checker Snake, nonpoisonous” Since it does not have rattles and we realized after poking at it a bit that it would much rather escape than strike, I’m going to hazard a guess that it’s no pit viper. I never got a look at its face to verify that. It disappeared under a railroad tie and we went back in the house. This will have to suffice as evidence of the 5th snake species we’ve found in our yard.
At least I have a photo of the day.
Twelve seconds later, Sonny-Boy was back inside, screaming that it was out in the open. All I wanted to know was: front door or back door? He was very efficient with that: Front. Fabulous. I love when answers are quick and efficient. Out I went, just in time to see it disappear under some metal that we all agreed was non-liftable. This poor serpent has had his fill of harassment today. Only Sonny-Boy got to see him in his full glory, out in the open. Why is it the kids always get to see the good stuff, and Mom only gets to see the tracks?
Then again, I’m rather glad that nobody caught it and brought it in as a pet. I love adventure, wild animals and all the rest. I love to observe wildlife up close. And while it is convenient that this one appears to have recently eaten, I still don’t want to bring him in for study, like Big Bro and I would’ve done when we were kids. We learned an awful lot, but the escapee rate is too high in my experience to warrant that sort of education in my own home. Besides, my kids are still rolling over the story of my mother refusing to go to bed until the missing 12-foot python was found. Next spring, she finally got some sleep. 😀
Better her than me, that’s all I can say.