Well here y’all go my story of a snake out my back door… IF you don’t want to hear about snakes and their come-uppings do not finish reading this post.
Tral-la-la lovely cool morning. I was still in my robe, but necked under, umm. I think I’ll go out for a cup of coffee and a cigarette on the patio (I used to smoke--been a quitter for several years now) cause I didn’t smoke in the house. La-tea-da, oh sorry this is the part you have to picture…la-tea-da turn the door knob push open the door and step through. Something fell and brushed my shoulder before it hit the patio. Humm most likely a stick, back yard full of trees ya know. Take a couple of steps, glace behind be to see. SNAKE! Yikes, well I did say more than that, but you would have to forgive my French so instead use your imagination. And remember this thing fell and slid down my shoulder! Mind you the back door was still open but now there was a snake between me and the door and I was barefooted and almost in the nude.
I ran out the gate to the front of the house, got the hidden key, went to the garage and got a shovel—a really big shovel. Out the front and back around to the backyard, well to the gate anyway. Then I carefully walked in the yard and slowly approached the patio. I was searching and looking to make sure the nasty snake was where I had left it. Thank goodness it was kinda cool, they move slow when they are cold.
There it laid that venomous horrid thing. I crept up, very nervous because I had never done this before you know what I mean, KILLED. I swung my shovel and brought it down hard on the snake, but not hard enough. Eww, I had to strike again before it flopped away. This time I put all my weight and furry behind it, sparks flew when the metal head of the shovel meet the concrete. Full contact and success was mine, I scooped it over to the side and found my cigarette and had a well deserved smoke, then went in the house—yes the back door had been open all that time.
For about 3 years I had a hard time going out my back door. I would turn the knob and toss open the door, pause for several seconds before I went out. And now I have the front door issue, but that too shall pass. My Texas buddy Karen of TSSO says that may have been a Corn Snake and not a copperhead and I suppose it may have been cause that is better snake Right? As if there is a better snake.
My next snake story will be of the First time I came across snakes at our home. Do y'all have any idea how hard it is for me to dredge up these old pull out my hair kind of stories. I just hope you enjoy them.
Why, why, why am I plagued with finding snakes???