Maybe I’ve lost count but I think it is snake #14 for this summer that just bit the dust. It was a small rattler right at the edge of the porch. I went out with Rita and even with the grass short, I did not see that snake and I call myself being very careful . . especially when I’m out with her. She knew it was there and she stopped. She’s always on a leash but dang . . that snake was literally right at the edge of the porch and totally hidden.
I stopped, brought her back in the house, thought about where the closest shovel was located because I knew I didn’t want to try to shoot the snake right there at the edge of the porch. The closest shovel was over by the chicken coop and I knew the snake would be gone by the time I retrieved the shovel. I’ve been in Texas too long.
I grabbed a kitchen knife, made sure the snake was small enough that I could kill him with the knife .. he’s dead! Don’t worry . . I wouldn’t try that with a big snake and I only did it then because it was let him go or grab the first thing I could use.
I called Vince to tell him and he said “You’d better be worried about where his mother is!” Nope, not worried about her.