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Thursday, May 31, 2007

An Update on the Reptile Migration Adventure

I was lying in bed, minding my own business, reading a book, when Sarah shouted from the vicinity of my master bathroom:

“MOM -- Come HERE!”

I entered the bathroom to find her wrapped in a towel, dripping on the rug, and peering into the little space behind the toilet bowl. “I think I found your friend.”

Yes, my dears, it was the cute little garter snake with the persistent urge to journey to a far land.

“Um, what should we do? The other kids won’t be home for half an hour, and I don’t want him to disappear again.” We finally decided that though we knew he wouldn’t bite us (fingers crossed), we didn’t think we could bring ourselves to touch him. Nope, I don’t think so. The thought was just too creepy.

So, I fetched a pair of tongs and a plastic box with a lid. Sarah spoke soothingly to him while she attempted to grasp him with the tongs “It’s okay buddy, I won’t hurt you.” I wanted to tell him she fed the same line to the toad, but I kept my mouth shut out of sheer heebie-jeebies! A quick flip into the box, and I carried him out to the front yard and it was the smoothest ‘catch and release’ event I’ve ever witnessed.

Until.

I returned to the house to get my camera, so I could chronicle the event for you all. I knew you’d be worried about the poor little guy, after all.





And while I was hunched over in the grass, snapping away, I realized – my son was planning to mow the yard today. I couldn’t bear the thought of this poor creature surviving a week in the danger zone that is my house, cleverly avoiding the great hunters that are my cats, and eating who knows what – I don’t even want to think about it, but now that I do – I think I remember a cricket chirping merrily away the other night before his chirps suddenly ended in what I can only now describe as a cry of cricket pain ------- Where was I? Oh yes, the thought of him surviving all of that, only to be mangled by the mower was too much for my poor heart to bear. So, I grabbed a stick and coaxed him, inch by squirming inch, into the flower bed.

Last time I saw the little fellow, he was slithering happily under the hostas.

I sure hope he catches up with his friends.

3 comments:

Kathleen aka Coffee Mom said...

Too bad we don't live closer. I have a snake hunter in my house and his best buddy is also a snake hunter. Good thing I'm not squeamish ;-)

Dollymama said...

Hey! This comment isn't related to your post, but I wanted to thank you for your comment on my blog about my homeschooling decision. I don't know if you've come by in the past few days, but we did decide to homeschool the two kids next year. Your words about how fast kids grow up and away have stuck in my head and have encouraged me a lot. I am feeling very joyful about spending more time with my kids while I have 'em. :) Thanks!

Elise said...

That used to be my job growing up - capturing the snakes that came to the back door and walking down to the field to release them.
I would have loved to be there with you and your daughter! Lots of shrieks would have been heard...

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