Saturday evening, Motor Man and I returned home just around the time of sunset. (Alert: if you’re frightened by just seeing a photo of a snake, you may want to close out this post and come back Friday.)
After we pulled in the garage, I asked Motor Man to leave the door up, since I was going out to spray Liquid Fence on some plants to try to deter the deer.
When I finished that little chore, I stopped at the vehicle to get my purse and camera. I walked around the front of the vehicle to get something from behind the driver’s seat. As I cleared the front bumper, I saw it….between the vehicle and the garage wall…..
I ran up the steps to the door and screamed to Motor Man: “There’s a snake in the garage!” He yelled back: “How big?” “BIG!!”
By the time Motor Man got back to the garage, the snake had slithered into a corner….a corner that, obviously, needed sweeping. Badly.
Where he ended up just happened to be directly under where all our garden tools are stored: the hoe, the shovel, etc. Not that any of that does much good on a snake that size, especially on a cement floor.
(And yes, I realize that this snake is probably harmless. And he probably protects our property from the really bad snakes. But, as Motor Man says, a snake is hazardous to our health in that it will cause US to hurt ourselves while attempting to put as much distance between us and him as possible.)
So he needed to go. Since Motor Man wasn’t having much luck, I quickly dialed the sheriff’s department to ask if anyone with animal control was on call that late. The dispatcher said they’d send a deputy.
In the meantime, Motor Man had managed to “detain” the snake using one of those telescoping tree limb loppers.
The deputy thankfully arrived quickly, donned a pair of gloves, gave the snake a close inspection, then picked him up….
And, with Motor Man’s help, deposited him in a repurposed file box the deputy had in the trunk of his vehicle.
He told us that he was going to take the snake away and release it. Motor Man asked him if he could take it about 20 miles away before doing so. And I suggested that he tell that snake not to come back to our house.
So, we’re thinking that, at the end of this call, his conversation with the dispatcher might go something like this: “Headquarters, I’m clear. Snake has been released. Warning.”
And after all that, I got busy and swept the garage.
~These Days Of Mine~