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I totally agree... You do not kill something because it is ugly or creepy. Nothing should have to die from thoughtlessness or irrational fear. The snake was doing it's job, being a snake, we have absolutely no Right to take it's life. :P



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First of all, let me say this...I like snakes. I think that snakes are very interesting creatures. As a general rule, I do not kill snakes. When I encountered six baby snakes in my backyard, I just picked them up one by one and put them over the fence into the woods behind my house.

I asked a few times if I could just relocate the snake instead. She was hysterical. It's her farm. So, I killed the snake. I am not sure what type of snake it was - I really didn't give it much thought because I had a grown woman melting down over the snake.

I do not kill spiders. I put them outside, but I kill ants.

At the time, I thought I was doing the right thing for my cousin. There are tons of snakes here - it's an 85 acre farm. There are rattlesnakes, copperheads, blacksnakes, and I'm sure there are an assortment of others. I believe this snake was just some sort of ribbon snake. But, honestly, I didn't look at it careful before I killed it.

You all can think I'm mean or bad or whatever, but I know I did what I thought was best under the circumstances at the time.
Jump, Land, Pack, Repeat...

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I'm guessing you didn't get the response you were looking for.

Your cousin needs to move to the city where she belongs.
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There is a fine line between 'hobby' and 'mental illness'.
--Dave Barry

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Nope, you're not evil or bad. I would probably do the same in your situation. (Hmmm, that line of reasoning is dependent on the assumption that I'm not evil or bad...:))

Matter of fact I was in a similar situation once:
Used to attend a church that was out in the boonies, several miles outside of town, open fields all around. Doing work on the grounds, some large snake skins were found in a couple of hiding spots that a snake would like. Eventually the snake himself was spotted. I'm not so great on the identifications, but I remember this thing was about 4 feet long, black, non-venomous, and had a habit of mimicing a rattlesnake by drumming the tip of his tail on the ground. Some of the guys who knew snakes positively identified him as being harmless to people. We made the decision to leave the snake alone since our mouse problem had cleared up about the same time the snake moved in. We also agreed to keep quiet about him because certain hysterical people would be sure to call for his head if they ever found out about our friend.

One Sunday evening, pastor's just getting rolling on his sermon, and my attention is wandering. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flicker of motion up in the corner of the ceiling. Huh? What was that? I watch the corner for a minute and see one of the dropped-ceiling panels lift up slightly at one end where it doesn't fit very well in the frame. Our friend the large black snake gently nudges the panel up another half-inch and peers down into the sanctuary, forked tongue flicking happily away. Uh oh.

Pastor's on a pretty good roll now, people are "amen" and "that's right." Place is getting a little noisy. I glance around, but see no evidence that anybody else has noticed the snake. I try to keep from obviously staring at our friend so as not to call attention to him. What are my options? I debate going up into the attic and attempting to retrieve the snake without disrupting the service, but I have serious doubts about being able to quietly reach that corner. Not going to happen. The only thing I can do is attempt to send mental telepathy to the snake and tell him to go hide somewhere.

"Back up, snake. Go hide in the attic." I think at him, trying to reinforce the instruction with a surreptitious glare. The snake flicks his tongue at me. "Back. Up." I try to send psychic mind-waves at him with a little more force. Again with the tongue flicking. Insolently, he slides an inch further into the room. I glance around again; still nobody else looking his way. How long until one of these high-strung soccer moms sees him? What'll happen when she does? Part of me, a big part, is beginning to hope for some entertaining hysteria. The suspense is wonderful agony. I have long since lost track of whatever the pastor's going on about.

I admit it: I turned evil for a second there. I smile up at our friend the snake and send another thought-message. "Ok then, if you're not going to go hide you might as well make a good entrance!" He hears me, this time. Why a snake would want to drop out of a dark attic into a bright, noisy sanctuary I have no idea, but this is what the snake decides to do. He slithers slowly forward, head smoothly scanning back and forth. I'm having trouble stifling the giggles. When he's got about 18 inches through the gap there's a noise behind me that sounds exactly like a high-strung soccer mom who just saw the avatar of Satan descending upon her. SCREEEEECH!!!!

The suspense is broken, hysteria is breaking out, I'm laughing hard, and Mr. Snake slides forward a little more, loses his grip on the panel's edge and tumbles awkwardly THUMP to the stage. Man, that must've hurt. What was he thinking? Pastor's telling people to calm down, it's harmless, don't worry, and the snake coils up into his rattlesnake imitation and drums his tail on the floor. He looks seriously pissed off now. Probably scared.

I grab my suit jacket and jump up onto the stage, intending to use the jacket to pick him up because I think a snake in his situation might reasonably be expected to bite, venomous or not, and who could blame him? But he just squirms in that way only a large snake can do and doesn't try to hurt me. I wrap him up in the jacket. People are quieting down now as I hop off the stage and head for the door.

"You're going to kill it, right?" It's not so much a question as a demand, coming from a nice grandma-ish woman who I actually like.
"Uh, well.... I actually figured I'd take him down the road a little bit and let him go in a field."
"It'll come back! You have to kill it!"
Public opinion seems to be on her side. They really want to lynch this snake. I just shake my head and move towards the door.
"Matt, for peace of mind, I think it would be best if you killed it." This is coming from my mom. Uh oh. Trouble. I mean, disobeying mom can and should be done sometimes, but a guy's got to pick his battles. All this was when I was sixteen, still living under her roof. Is the life of a snake, who's already demonstrated spectacularly poor decision-making skills, worth the several days of conflict that sparing him will bring me? Nope.

So I take him outside, ask him if he has any last requests, chop him and dispose of the remains. The shrieking soccer mom thanked me afterward, but I still felt bad about doing it. Oh well. I just hope that whole karmic balance thing isn't weighed down very much by one snake. And besides, I made up for it later by keeping another snake as a pet and accidentally liberating him in mom's house, so I think it all balances out in the end.

Matt

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