I’m pretty much a live-and-let-live sort of guy when it comes to wild critters. It hasn’t been easy, but over time I’ve also pretty much persuaded the women on my place to at least consult me before they blast or whack off the head of any snake they come across. The blacksnakes, chicken snakes, coach whips, garter snakes, king snakes, etc., get a free pass even if they scare the dooky out of us.
So today I got this excited shout-out from the SIL, who lives on my place. BIG SNAKE! I went down, sure enough, about a five-foot chicken snake in her front yard. SIL really wants me to kill the thing, and she’s willing to do it herself.
Thinking I’d just remove Slim to a more remote corner of the acreage, I grabbed him by the tail. They’ll try to coil back up on themselves (and your arm), but if you can discourage them from doing this for the first ten or fifteen seconds they’ll usually hang down and behave for the rest of the trip.
While trying to provide this discouragement, I didn’t notice the sweet gum ball my boot heel found. Oh, krap! Down goes 285 pounds, plus a snake, which seizes the opportunity to seize that arm he’d been trying to reach. Their teeth are not big, kind of like a coping saw blade, but they are sharp. The result is visible in the photo. Snake has won the first round.
I tell the SIL, who’s flipping out by now, to bring me a plastic tub and lid. I placed the tub on its side in front of the snake’s planned escape route, as they like to head to a dark covered place, and he obligingly crawled right in. I popped the lid on and told SIL, who by now is certain that she wants that snake gone for good, that I would haul him down the road. Drove to a gas lease road about two miles away, let the snake out of the tub and took his picture.
Remember I said that they like a dark, covered place when they’re nervous? He immediately turned toward my pickup. Oh, krap! He got under it and lifted himself into the undercarriage. Snake has won the second round.
In a few days I’ll probably get a call from SIL telling me that the snake has somehow found his way back, and that this time she’s chopped his head off with a hoe. I’ll of course just comment that I didn’t know snakes had that good a sense of direction.