Snakes are not what I consider a fun or even an interesting topic for reading or writing. As a matter of fact, I would prefer to never think about snakes at all. Are you beginning to get the idea here that I don't like snakes? Well, you would be absolutely correct. I loathe snakes. If I ever got bitten by a snake it wouldn't matter if it were a rattlesnake or just a little green garden snake. I would die of a heart attack whether it was poisonous or not! I am deathly afraid of them.
That being said, with today's letter being S and my theme for the A to Z Challenge being memories, I couldn't resist telling you this little story about me and a snake who dared to intrude on my territory. Just remember to keep in mind as you read it that I am one scared chick when it comes to snakes.
It was a beautiful warm, sunny morning and my then probably 4 or 5 year old son was still sleeping. I opened up the front door to the old farm house we lived in at the time to let the fresh air come through the screen door, as I did most mornings. I happened to glance out on the porch and what do you think was slithering its way along the edge of the porch? Right...a snake! The large concrete porch that ran across 2/3 of the front of the house was level with the front yard. And right there crawling along the edge where they met was this snake! This was the same porch where my precious little sleeping angel loved to sit and play with his cars and trucks. What was I going to do? There was no way I could let Timmy out on the porch knowing there was a snake close by!
I knew I had to overcome my fear and do something, so quickly I turned and ran out the back door to the tool shed. Looking through the tools and gadgets available I grabbed a hoe and hurried toward the front yard. Upon reaching the front yard, I gripped the hoe and raised it over my shoulder, holding it at the ready to chop as hard as I could. Then, as stealthily as I could, I started my search...step by step, inch by inch, combing the yard until I found the snake. My heart was pounding in my throat as I planted my feet and swung that hoe toward the ground as hard as I could. By the time I stopped swinging that snake was in so many pieces he was nearly unrecognizable! Still shaking, I returned the hoe to the tool shed and when Kenneth came in from the barn I made him get it out of the yard. It was now safe for Timmy to play on the porch.
Until next time...that's my view.
P. S. For those who are wondering it was probably some kind of garden snake or something but not sure, can't remember now if it was brown or black. It was around 12-15 inches long.