I passionately, sincerely, fervently hate snakes! I believe deep in my soul that “the only good snake is a dead snake,” as my mom always says. Did I mention how much I loathe snakes?
As a home owner, every year I feel especially confronted by this hatred. I find myself debating between raking the leaves which seem to make a lovely home for snakes between each bush and tree– and in doing so potentially discover their hidden existence; or I can leave the leaf homes for the snakes and live in the test of Schrodinger’s cat– there may be snakes, there may not be and I won’t know till I rake the leaves.
This year, I once again determined to face my fears and attempt to rid my yard of both leaves and any discovered snakes.
I prepared myself with garden gloves- which seem to be at least some protection- my limb cutters, rake, and trash can. I watched in trepidation as I began to rake the leaves, fully expecting to find some nasty creatures lurking beneath.
When I discovered the first snake I responded as most people would when startled: I screamed, stepped back, and stood shaking for a moment. Unfortunately, the first snake escaped during my moment of panic. But I determined to remain undaunted.
Two more small, slimy snakes were discovered- I dispatched each in the same way. I believe in being absolutely certain the snake is dead before I toss it into the trash can. Goodness knows I would panic if one somehow survived and I found it slithering around in my garage!!! I grabbed my garden sheers and smashed the tiny disgusting animal until it seemed impossible that it could have survived. I was horrified to see that its tail kept twitching even after its demise. For safety sake I left the corpse on the ground for several minutes to ensure that it was not somehow still alive before I tossed the body in with the leaves.
I am happy to say that my yard now has two less snakes in it’s population. I only hope the survivors are not plotting an uprising.