So you can imagine my surprise (read horror!) when I went into the garage to get chicken food for my morning chores. There, wrapped around the garbage can, was Mr. Snake. Uggh. Of course I screamed bloody murder. Heck, you would, too, if you heard and saw the five-foot snake rattling his tail. Yes, bull snakes can make a rattling/vibrating sound!
The big guy stayed by the can all day. On the upside, I knew where he was. On the downside, I started to suspect that something was wrong. Finally, when the husband got home, we (read he) investigated further. As it turned out, in the entire 900 square foot garage, the snake found its way into a fishing net! (No Mensa membership for you, Mr. Snake.)
The following is a pictorial essay of the event. Please note that no animals were hurt, killed, or maimed during this process.
|Still caught! Ouch.|
|The hands of a surgeon.|
Note the blanket and weights used to restrain the snake's head.
The snake was striking out and spitting yellow ooze.
And the audience held its collective breath waiting for the next move.
|Still waiting to see what will happen next.|
|The chickens finally gave up and left the poor guy alone.|