The snake mafia is out to get me... (glenda-do NOT read)

    • Gold Top Dog

    The snake mafia is out to get me... (glenda-do NOT read)

    Ok - I need to know what I must do to call off the hit that has been ordered by the snake mafia against me. 

    For quite a while we have had a Southern Black Racer that has lived in the shrubs by our front door..that is why I ALWAYS use the garage when entering/exiting.  My DH & DD have named him Fred. Fred and I have an understanding - I do not go near him and he stays away from me.  Unfortunately the other members of the snake mafia did not get a copy of that peace treaty!

    It started last week when I walked Sirus, my fear reactive psycho dog who reacts to everything, on a Saturday evening! It was night and she was a foot or two in front just meandering around my front yard letting her sniff and retrieve her messages.  Next thing I knew there was something wrapped around my ankle.  By the time my brain screamed "SNAKE" I was doing the watusi dance trying to get it off me.  I landed wrong and ended up twisting my ankle (BAD).  This caused me to lose my balance and while I was falling in what felt like slo-mo I was praying "PLEASE don't let me land on the snake. PLEASE DEAR GOD don't let me land on it!!  As I am falling I see it trying to frantically wiggle away.  THE WHOLE TIME SIrus sat in the nicest sit and just WATCHED me and the snake like "Mom - what are you doing on the ground? and we stopped so what a good girl I am for sitting just like you taught me".  After the hoopla my DD helped me into the house where my DH complains he nevers gets to see them.  Talk about wanting a divorce - if I could have walked I would have done the instant divorce thingee they do in Arabic countries!   I spent Sunday icing my swollen ankle and taking it easy.  The pain finally relented on Tuesday. 

    On Friday I get home and walk in the house to hear my 12yo DD screaming "Mom - there is a snake in the hallway!"  I am a little slow, thinking I did not hear her right so I get closer to her bathroom where I see her balancing on the tub with a small snake lying across the threshold!  My mind blanks out! OMG! DH is not home - what do I do?  Neighbors aren't home yet...crap.  So I go into the garage and get a large clear plastic bag, my reach-all tongs since I am short, and my giant green anti-static duster since it is long and go back thinking I will get it into the bag and release out doors! So I go back in trying not to panic and feeling a bit like the Crocodile Hunter.  I get closer to do all this when I notice that it appears there is a pattern on the back of the snake and the talel is tan but the snake is darker. SO my mal-functioning brain (it had gone into catatonic mode) activated long enough to say "Rattlesnake".  O M G!  I toss everything I was carrying and go in search of the hoe because I cannot allow this snake to hurt my daughter and no way can I let a poisonous snake live if it knows HOW to get into my HOUSE.   OF course by now I am leery of the garage and all the junk in it, imagining snakes hiding everywhere.  I locate the hoe and go back inside to dispatch the snake.  I stand there praying " Dear God let this work and be quick for the snake".  My fear being if I miss and it slithers off what then!  So my apologies to the hardword floor but I let loose with the hoe - whack, whack, whack.  My DD leaps to me and out the door we go.  On the way I grab the phone and call DH who is gassing up his truck around the corner.  For the first time in her life my DD hears me cussing up a storm, shouting at DH why is there a ***** snake in my house!  OF course, he tells me to calm down which is never good for a hysterical woman!  I  cuss him out to (for which I later apologized) and promptly broke down in tears clutching my DD.  Hubby finally gets home and asks me where the snake is so I cuss him out a second time.  Do you really think I would go back to get it! *PLEASE* after 17 years you should know me better than that.   So he comes out with it and wants me to look at it so we can identify it ... NOT ON YOUR LIFE!  I am done, my nerves shot. GET IT THE *** AWAY FROM ME!  My DD is now consoling me and goes with DH to look it up on the internet.  After searching they come back to tell me it was  a baby Fred who was shedding and that's why the tale was colored differently.  *SIGH* So I feel a little guilty for killing a harmless snake but it was in my house scaring my daughter! I don't feel that guilty! 

    But now - I am paranoid inside and outside always looking for the next attack!  I cannot pick a blanket up from the floor without saying a little prayer - Please God - no snakes.  I AM SO TIRED of being constantly on the look-out!  You know - it's not really paranoia when someone is really out to get you!  So tell me - how to I pay off so the hit is cancelled!  LOL! 

    Thanks for reading this far - It was therapeautic to share.           

     

    • Gold Top Dog

    Surprise I am SO not a snake fan!

    that's kind of like the time the CAT brought a snake in off the porch, and being a good kitty, he brought it to him mommy (ME!) in my BEDROOM! I went balistic - I think I ended up locking myself in the shower until it was removed. It was just a baby garden snake - BUT STILL! I don't DO snakes!

    I'll see a few every now and then, but we stay out distance - doG help me, and those around me, if one ever touches me!

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    Hmmm, I think it's significant that all 3 of us, thus far, who have answered this are in good ole Floor-daaa!  *sigh*

    I love Florida.  I HATE-LOATHE-DESPISE snakes.  "scare" isn't the right word.  I hate them SO much I blame them for being alive (and those of you who LIKE our slithery friends are now saying this woman is off her rocker and I admit that about snakes I AM).

    If you're a snake and you have the sense to slither away when you see me, you may live to tell the tale to your snake-buddies.  But if you look me in the eye you are DEAD. 

    Frankly, I don't care if it's a good snake, bad snake, poisonous snake, rat, corn, or whatever snake.  It WILL BE a dead snake if I have to deal with it.

    I'm not proud of this -- but it's me.  If I see a snake I immediately go into a self-protect mode that is scarey.  And Heaven help me if one ever got in my house.

    Redbird -- if I were you I'd have moved out.  And I am SO serious.  Outside I'm bad enough -- and 3 years ago I went toe to toe with a corn snake (and they aren't poisonous I guess) but it was doing it's little snake dance in front of my 3 dogs -- it was coiled at the bottom and had 'risen' 2 1/2 feet straight up "standing" and weaving in front of Foxy and Billy.

    I looked at it and told it if it wanted to live to LEAVE NOW.  I put the dogs in the house and grabbed the only 'weapon' I had outside -- a huge janitor broom.  The snake kept trying to go into my laundry building (a free-standing building beyond my patio).  I kept telling it "NO YOU WON'T" because I knew myself well enough to know if I ever KNEW there had been a snake IN that building I'd never be able to go in there to do laundry again.

    Stupid?  Yep -- but I know me and how my weird brain works.  I've lived in Florida almost 25 years now and I *Know* to watch for snakes out there.  And I do ... but it's like a 'line' I don't want to have to cross mentally.

    But unless you hate/fear them the way Redbird and I do, there's no sanity when you pick up that blanket or that thing wondering if it's there.  It's very very like once your home has been 'violated' -- like if your home has been broken into or that you've been violated physically - you .  I would need SERIOUS counselling or I'd never be able to do it.

    I gave that snake many chances that day to slither across the yard and disappear into the great beyond and it didn't.  I had a feeling that day that it was a female and that she had eggs either IN the laundry room or had a bolt hole THRU the laundry room to her nest behind the building.  I am not in the slightest bit proud of what I did to her that day, but it was pure 100% survival mode.

    The thing that truly bothers me about MY reaction is I don't get afraid.  I get angry.  No ... it's way way beyond 'anger' -- it's almost instant killing rage when they turn around and face me.  It doesn't happen if they just slither away (then I shake and quiver for a while) -- but when they turn around and face me and stand their own ground?  Ohhh, it's sooooo not a pretty picture.

    Redbird, the one thing I CAN tell you is we completely re-did our back yard.  GONE are the shrubs and hiding places.  I stripped that yard bare, took up the sod and replaced it with Floritam.  Had ALL the bushes removed (particularly in the brushy area behind the laundry building -- that is now BARE and no snake hidey holes any more.

    I have only seen one snake since and I don't think he's living on our property.  I've seen him twice and in a heck of a hurry to get off the property both times.

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    My DH is terrified of snakes, I can take em or leave em.

    Redbird, im sorry the snake mafia is out to get you, but look at it this way, your tale of woe had me belly laughing at my desk so bad I could not answer the phone, thank you for lifting my spirits!

    And one more thing, I counted 3 encounters?  means you used up all the bad joo joo out there for some time.

    I would run with that if I were you.

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    Callie, you're probably on to something with the FL connection but even when I was in NC visiting friends I came into contact with 2 snakes.  A small copperhead at the creek in their yard that my DH and friend's DH tried to find with bare hands among the rockbed!  How stupid were they!  And then walking our dogs on their acreage and some type of dusty black snake crawled out onto the small bridge across the lower end of the creek where we had left our shoes while wading.  YUCK! 

    I seem to be a snake magnet and just wish they would leave me alone.  I do not hate/loathe them but do not want them on me, in my house or near me in any way, shape or form! 

    BTW - I told hubby we were moving to Ireland.  He told me to start packing and I told him - just sell the house as is with everything in it and lets go!  It took 10mg of Xanax to enable me to stop crying and go back into the house the night it happened. 

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    Truley
    And one more thing, I counted 3 encounters?  means you used up all the bad joo joo out there for some time.

    Thanks - I sincerely wish I could believe that but since Fred and I say hello about once every two weeks or so the math just doesn't add up.

    DH gets upset because I see him so regularly and he rarely gets to see him but I am the one who comes home everyday at lunch to let the dogs out and rotate them.  Fred and I usually nod to each other in passing (he likes to pretend to be a cobra).  At least he is not as bad as the snakes a friend had near her in Lousiana growing up.  They stand 5 feet tall on their tails and whip around at you!  SHUDDERING!  I thought she was fibbing until I googled snakes and found Coachwhips! DOUBLE YUCK! 

     

     

    • Gold Top Dog

    Oh my, I was laughing so hard at your description!!

     I am not afraid of snakes and in fact really like them.  We have killed two rattlesnakes in our yard.  I know they have an important role in keeping mice/rats under control BUT if they are in my yard they have to die.  My dogs get the rattlesnake vaccine.  When my brother had his training kennels we would have a snake proofing every August.  Many hunting dogs get bit by rattlesnakes. We would buy snakes from a local nut case who had dozens of venomous snakes in his house in cages, etc.  My job was to keep the snake immobile while my brother cut the fangs out.  We used a snare to hold the snake behind the head and I held the body with my other hand.  My brother told me the first time to be careful not to kill the snake by pulling the snare too tight.  Then he sort of corrected himself to tell me to go ahead and hold tight, better a dead rattlesnake than he gets bitten.  We never had a problem, in fact many of the poor snakes would die if a big dog stepped on them.  I have a respect for them because they are potentially dangerous but I also got to see first hand that they are not aggressive and just want to escape from us.  We always released the snakes after the seminar (not near the kennels). Hopefully they survived their encounter with all the dogs, I'm sure the snakes were glad to get away from us.

    Maybe you could get a barn cat to keep the population down of any mice/rats that are attracting the snakes.

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    JackieG

    Maybe you could get a barn cat to keep the population down of any mice/rats that are attracting the snakes.

    First I need a barn LOL! No problem here with mice/rats. Lots of lizards and DD and I counted 8 tree frogs one night! COOL - I like looking but do not want to touch.

    I do have a cat in addition to the 3 dogs so the snake had to be mentally ill to slither into MY house!  Since I live in the city I cannot have an outside kitty or it would become a pancake kitty. 

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    Oh your description had me laughing, but I soooo understand the terror!  And, you had to know if you told me NOT to read, I would!  But, I do appreciate your thoughtfulness.  Big Smile

    The truly odd thing is that when I lived in the deep south I didn't ever SEE a single snake.  Now I live wayyyy up north in Michigan of all places and they torment me.

    I'm so very sorry the snake mafia is taking a turn on you now.  Maybe pray to St Patrick and light a zillion candles to him?  I've been told that spreading lime around the property line will keep them away, but I've never tried it.  I threatened many time when we lived in the country to find myself a mongoose.........

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     I like little harmless snakes, but big scary mean/poisonous ones - no thanks.  On the way back to the apt from the new house a few nights ago I almost hit a snake on the road (it looked like a big stick so I slowed down and in the process missed hitting it); a few seconds after I had driven by it registered that the snake had the coloring of a copperhead! ICK!

    Garter or rat snakes = nice/cool

    Copperheads and their ilk = EWWWWWWW!

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    In my young days I did primitive camping.  With a little care one can usually avoid the snakes (venomous or not) since they actually want nothing to do with people.  I was much more concerned about the bears. 

    Florida only has 6 species of venomous snakes.  Texas has 15. 

    Texas (http://www.texas-venomous.com/speciesindex.html):

    • rattlesnakes - 10 species
    • coral snake - 1 species
    • copperhead - 3 species
    • cottonmouth - 1 species

    Florida (http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/uw229):

    • rattlesnakes - 3 species
    • coral snake - 1 species
    • copperhead - 1 species
    • cottonmouth - 1 species

    All venomous snakes in North America - other than the coral snake - are pit vipers, which have some characteristics in common.  All have shallow pits on the sides of their heads (heat-sensing organs) and all have vertically-oriented slitlike (or cat-like) pupils.  Snakes which are not poisonous possess a round pupil in the center of the eye.

    Remember "Red and yellow kill a fellow" for identifying coral snakes.  That way you can leave the useful king snakes (similar coloration) alone.  If the red bands touch the yellow bands, you have a coral snake. 

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     I actually read a book on snakes of this area just in case I was ever to encounter one.  I love non-poisonous snakes but have nightmeres about the posionous ones.  It is great to know the diference.  It also told me how docile the snakes were if I needed to pick ip up and move it or make sure Maggie didn't get near it.  Of course, Maggie is scared of snakes, so that helps in that area.

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    Sounds like you need to talk to Fred.  Tell him if he wants to keep living in your bushes he needs to patrol your yard better and keep the other snakies out.

     I guess you could say I like snakes.  Heh, when I was a little kid, I even had an imaginary pet King Cobra named Snakey.  Actually speaking of snakes, when I was in the petstore getting cat food I had to stop and coo at their tank of baby corn snakes.  X3

    Have you thought about getting a little closer to your snake kin?  Perhaps it is time to meet some pet snakes in person and maybe hold one.  While it is good to have a healthy dose of respect for snakes, especially the poisonous ones, being afraid to walk in your own home must be exhausting.


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    I have decided I must be the reincarnation of Medusa (since DH says I look like her in the morning sometimes).  Went home just now to let the puppers out and who greeted me in the backyard but Fred, Jr. (Too small to be Fred).  Neither dog paid attention to him - they were more interested in the guy in the neighbor's tree trimming it.  At first I was going to ignore him but he lunged at Bandit when he ran past him.  Good ol' dopey Bandit didn't even notice until about 25 feet later when he stopped and turned around like "What was that?"  Called him in and get them situated and then went back outside to discourage Fred, Jr. from staying around.  I pick up a frisbee and let it fly - it landed about a foot past him but can you believe that bugger tried to catch it mid-flight!  GAWD! I can't get my dogs to catch it but a snake will! 

    Would someone please tell the universe I got the message but due to lack of coordination I refuse to be a snake wrangler!

    I do not like them in the bush, I do not like them near my tush, I do not like them on the ground, I do not like them all around! 

    (To the tune of Green Eggs and Ham).

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    rredbird

    I do not like them in the bush, I do not like them near my tush, I do not like them on the ground, I do not like them all around! 

    (To the tune of Green Eggs and Ham).

    You almost had me on the floor with this. Very witty, and glad your keeping your sense of humor.

    There is a reason they are hanging out around your house, you....erm...I mean your husband, should find their food and water source and destroy or move it.