Fun time at the rental house this week. What would you do if THIS showed up on the steps outside the back door?
My husband happened to be home--which was lucky for me. I am not a snake whisperer. I was bitten by a snake as a child. It was a harmless one, but it hung on to the webbing between my thumb and index finger. I needed help to get the thing to let go. Childhood horrors tend to come rushing back when facing a three foot snake that's shaking its tail like a rattler.
We knew it wasn't a rattlesnake, of course, but because we feared the dog might be harmed, my husband killed the snake. Afterward I rushed to the computer and looked for images that matched this reptile and I learned it is an Eastern king snake. But then I was sad to learn that he was harmless to humans and that these snakes are immune to the venom of poisonous snakes. In fact, they eat rattlesnakes and cottonmouths. Great. We'd murdered our protector!
I was bummed about it for the rest of the day until, low and behold, I went to let the dog out and there was another one waiting at the door--maybe hoping Rosie wanted to play. Needless to say, we are leaving this one alone. Yes, we will be checking the porch carefully before we let the dog out. And no, I do not want to know how many more snakes are living under those outdoor backstairs or what meals have lured them there. Add that to the list of things I never want to know about this place.
Ever had an encounter with a snake? I'm sure there are plenty of you out there.