I was reading a book in my parents’ backyard today. On a wall behind me, there was a lizard crawling about two feet from my head. I’m fine with lizards, though. What I don’t like are things that move without legs…and aren’t swimming.
Last week, my aunt told me she saw a foot-long snake going into a gopher hole in her backyard. She didn’t want the snake staying in her backyard, either because of her dogs/horses, or because it might get into the house (they leave the doors open). So, just before it disappeared into the hole, she grabbed the snake with her bare hand and ran around to the front of the house to fling it! On the way, she said the front of its body was twisting back to try and bite her (even the non-poisonous ones want to nibble). Sick, no??? I would have DIED.
My aunt blows me away. She is the antithesis of priss. It’s especially remarkable because her profile would suggest otherwise. She grew up attending a private school in LJ and she lives in a ritzy area nearby—but she is all ranch and no ritz. She definitely thinks snakes are gross but she just gets the job done.
I come from a long line of outdoorsy, animal-loving men and women. My great-grandma used to catch snakes in pipes and jars and give them to the SD Zoo. That includes rattlesnakes.
I didn’t get the outdoorsy gene. I moved to New York City. Give me a cockroach any day of the week. Or even a scorpion, but not a snake. I wish I weren’t such a wuss!
So I’m glad that it’s November, because now I can relax outside and my odds of running into a snake are pretty low. The latest day of the year I’ve ever seen one was on one Halloween (stupid holiday).
What animal freaks you out the MOST: snake, bear, cat, spider, shark, or other?