As a child I was trained to fear snakes by a loving father. Consequently, when I see a stack of wood, I assume it is home to dozens of snakes plotting to strike. Today that respect-fear served me well. As I moved the last stack of surplus lumber from our “yard” to a spot under our house for long term storage, visions of serpents danced in my head. Thinking about snakes made everything look like a snake: a shivering blade of grass; this bark…

a discarded strip of window screen…

and this snake:

I recorded that video after cutting off the snake’s head with my shovel. One of the locals said the snake was not poisonous, but the snake refused to comment being in a foul mood following the decapitation.

Also in the wood pile, I found this collection of snake eggs.

Like their mother, they were destroyed by the unforgiving blade of my shovel.

3 Comments
  1. Shandi Stevenson

    Aww, your kids would have loved each having one snake egg to hatch into a special pet!

  2. MomO

    thank goodness you were on “alert!’ There is nothing wrong with a healthy fear of snakes – next time you’ll know that kind doesn’t have to be killed – just forced to leave! I have resident garden snakes in the compost pile that scare me regularly.

    • Joseph

      My adrenaline doesn’t allow for any snake identification until after they are dead.

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