We had a raccoon in the yard a few months ago, which, according to Brynne, I broke...with a pellet gun. I had to make sure we didn't have anything else potentially dangerous. I got to where the dogs were and scanned the yard. Nothing.
|Ralphie and I both use pellet guns to "break" things.|
So much for the bird. It was a four and a half foot rat snake, coiled up and not looking pleased.
I put the dogs in their pen, trotted over to the barn to retrieve a shovel, and came back to find the snake right where I left it. Five seconds later there were two snakes. One was about three inches long and the other was four and a quarter feet long.
Both were still moving, but since the smaller snake had once been the larger snakes head, neither were harmful any longer. I scooped them up and went back to the grill.
|To answer the question everyone is thinking, no, our entrée did not change.|
"The snake is trying to eat Mama's shovel!"After watching it for a few minutes, we went inside to finish supper preparations.
Mama came home and walked to the front door. The girls and I were just inside, awaiting her return for two reasons. First, so we could eat dinner. Second, to see how she would react to the snake. To say that Mama was not a fan of snakes would be an understatement. We wondered if she would scream. We had actually discussed that very question and were eager to find the answer.
To her credit, she never screamed. As she walked up the front walk she looked to her left, did a double take, then shot up the stairs to the front door. There was a barely audible "hey...hey...there's a...hey", followed by Mama nearly putting her fist through the glass door several times.
I opened the door smiling and asked what was wrong. She pointed toward the snake, and finally was able to utter the word "snake".
|I really hope this is the sign for snake crossing and not an indicator of the curve of the road ahead.|
At dinner, the girls repeatedly asked:
"Mama, why did you bang on the door? It was just a snake."
"Mama, you can walk next to me and I'll hold your hand so you won't be startled if we see another snake."So what do you think? Is my Brynne over protective of her Mama? Does this make her a helicopter child?