My Adventure With Serpentes
And how it changed my comfort level forever
Snakes don’t freak me out as much as some other people; namely my husband.
I’ve come across Common Garter Snakes, Common Ribbon Snakes, Rat Snakes, and Brown Snakes while tending my gardens. I’ve even held and touched Boas and Pythons at the Indian River Reptile Zoo.
So when my husband placed a fake plastic snake atop my laundry in the basket, I smirked at this attempt to frighten me.
Until I picked up said plastic snake and realized it was no joke!
The snake wriggled in my hand as I screamed and dropped it to the floor. I promptly threw the basket of clothes over it, then the basket itself. I piled an ottoman on top and then a suitcase over that. I quickly left the room, slamming shut the door behind me.
With my heart racing, I called my husband. After he finally stopped laughing he suggested I call my daughter to come to rescue the reptile.
My daughter is an animal lover. She has owned rats, hamsters, a hedgehog, cats, and dogs. She has rescued a baby bird, a butterfly, and a salamander. She has captured frogs and mice and even a squirrel that had found their way into our country home. She has no fear of any creature.
When she arrived, I told her where to find our slithering friend —
under the pile of clothes,
under the laundry basket,
under the ottoman,
under the suitcase.
But when she opened the bedroom door, the stow-a-way snake was lounging comfortably beside the pile.
She easily picked it up and returned him to the great outdoors.
I must admit that because of this experience my fear of snakes may just have been elevated to the same level as my husband’s.