I’m still getting sap out of my hair from the Christmas tree. Now, if you believe that, I can probably sell you swampland here in Florida--might even come with a pet alligator, or a Burmese Python.
Pythons are open to hunters now. Thousands of these snakes are winding through the Everglades--and even a few have been spotted in populated Florida cities.
I’m not sure what I’d do if I ever saw a python slithering in my wooded back yard. I might give it the directions to a couple of homes where yapping dogs break the peaceful hum of the outdoors.
I don’t like snakes whether harmless, or not. One hot day a couple of summers ago, an unidentified, dome-headed snake lay coiled in the corner of our lanai, by the pool.
I hollered for Tom to remove it. With a bamboo pole, he managed to drape the snake--which was flaring out in attack mode-- and flung it out to the woods. I was hoping for drawn and quartered myself…
I’ve been a few feet from a coral snake, which was snaking its beautiful body along the pool pump, just as I was coming around to feed the chlorinator its weekly biscuits.
I ran 0-30 in a matter of seconds to the garage for a shovel. By the time I’d made it back to the same spot, the deadly snake had winded its way toward the hose in the front yard.
I bashed it a few times, and it defied me, slithering onto the damp grass. I took the pointed head of the shovel--by that time, I was shaking--and jabbed it hard as I could, then shoveled the 3 foot lump and dropped it onto a wooded, corner lot.
Passing gardeners gawked in amazement at my catch of the day. Yes, I’m not a snake fan, nor a fan of anything creepy that has more legs than I do.
With Spring finally here, and hot summer days ahead, I’m also on creepy-crawler, fly-by critter watch. I’m sure invading armies of subterranean fire and black ants are planning their “Nancy” invasions in my yard.
Mosquitoes are busily promoting their species for a juicy attack, along with their co-conspirators, no-see-ums. I’m waiting…