Posts Tagged ‘unwelcome surprise’
Just Nope
Might as well sell the place right now. How am I supposed to function in these conditions? What is this? Are we living in a jungle now?
Just nope.
It looks like an innocent pathway that we have walked countless times before.
Nothing unsavory in that view. Yesterday morning, Cyndie paused to pull a vine from all those leaves to the left of the path. That’s when she saw it.
Look closer.
Yeah, that snake is about chest level in the foliage, just waiting to give me a heart attack. And yes, it is wrapped back and forth on itself enough times to be at least four feet long.
It doesn’t really matter. Four feet. Ten feet. I don’t really care at this point. It’s that it has found its way up from the ground to a level that I find entirely unacceptable. It was just sitting there, acting like nothing was wrong.
After we finished with horse chores, I found myself drawn to walk back to see if it was still there. Not because I wanted to. I did so against my will.
It had repositioned itself, but it was still high in the brush.
No thank you. Winter can’t get here soon enough.
Nope.
Snakes high up in the leaves of our foliage!
Just nope.
… Addendum: It has come to my attention that garter snakes eat insects. Maybe it was lying in wait for a herd of Japanese beetles to show up. I may need to cut it some slack, if that is the case. Also brought to my attention is the fact that Japanese beetle traps are a thing. I would greatly prefer traps in place of snakes up in our branches. That is all I have to say on this subject. Still nope.
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Unwelcome Surprise
She was repotting some houseplants and pouring potting soil from a previously opened bag into one of the pots. Suddenly, Cyndie shrieked, jumped, and dropped the bag as a very long snake slithered out.
That bag of soil had been stored in the garage attached to our house. This means that the snake had been rooting around in the garage long enough to make its way up onto the lower shelf and find the bag opening to get inside.
For a better perspective of how disconcertingly long this snake was, here it is with our shadows for comparison:
Much to my dismay, it didn’t make haste to wriggle its way off into the woods. In fact, while I was sitting in the glider nearby as Cyndie worked, I suddenly noticed the snake had turned around and was making its way back toward us.
No thank you. Suddenly I was the one making haste to remove myself from the vicinity of our front door. It will be bad enough if I encounter this snake in our garage but if it somehow makes its way into the house I may be looking for a new place to live.
As far as I’m concerned, winter can’t get here fast enough. Ice-cold temperatures and oodles of snow. No bugs. No poison ivy. NO SNAKES!
In the eleven years we have lived here, I haven’t seen nearly as many snakes on our property as I have this summer.
For the record, in case you haven’t noticed, I. Do. Not. Like. Snakes.
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Unpleasant Surprise
In all the years we have been keeping horses on our property, I’ve never had to deal with the situation I found yesterday morning under the overhang. There was no sign of anything out of order when I opened the door from inside the barn. While the horses calmly waited, I started on the north end with my usual housekeeping tasks.
Coming around to the south end, I moved past Swings and got startled by the sight of a furry animal curled up as if napping against the wall beneath a hay bag. It was difficult to see the head but the tail was a dead giveaway for a raccoon. I could clearly see the movement of breaths but no other evidence of its condition.
The thought crossed my mind that a startled horse could have kicked out at an intruder and led to one knocked-out raccoon. The varmint was also laying next to a mineral block meant for the horses. I wondered if the bandit had simply gorged until overfilled and conked out right there. That was a lot less likely.
I decided to just let it “sleep” while I carried on with my business. At one point, I saw that Swings went over and sniffed at it with what looked to be empathy, so it wasn’t like the horses didn’t realize it was there.
After setting out the feed pans for the horses, I dashed back to the house for preparations to euthanize the critter. When I returned, I moved the horses to the other side and closed the gates so I could take care of things with them out of the way.
There was nothing in my life instruction manual about dealing with this kind of thing. It wasn’t what I signed on for when I agreed to feed and clean up after the horses. But you do what you gotta do.
The poor critter was unceremoniously picked up by the tail and dropped into an empty feed bag that I put into another empty feed bag for disposal in the trash. Not knowing if other health concerns contributed to the sorry state I found it in initially, I chose to keep the remains out of reach of any scavengers.
I did decide to dispose of that mineral block, as well. The horses had never really shown much interest in it and if it was starting to attract other animals, it was doing more harm than good.
Every day is an adventure. I’m grateful the horses took it all in stride and my hassle of having to deal with the unpleasant surprise was hardly a blip in the morning routine.
It would be just fine with me if we could have another ten years or more without needing to repeat this routine again.
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