After my adventure with a Copperhead a few weeks ago, this entry is rather benign, but nevertheless, noteworthy. Last night as my husband got the lawnmower out of the garage, he begins shouting, “Come here! Hurry!” Having gone through as many tragedies and accidents as I have, my alarm goes off needlessly. “Is he hurt? Whats the emergency?”
I shout that I am coming, (as fast as a woman who doesn’t feel well and has a fake hip-joint can) to find that a tiny Ribbon Snake” had crawled out from under the mower. It was about the size of a 4″ long piece of yarn, black with a yellow band on its neck. I appreciate it when he shares creatures he sees with me, because I love to study nature and it is not a hobby of his.
Trying to pick up the tiny, yet quick, creature up from the concrete was a problem, but I managed to get it to crawl up on my hand and into a plastic container. I showed the snake to several grandkids and neighbors, but after looking up the care and feeding of Ribbon Snakes, I decided I did not want to be a “snake mom”. Of course, I already knew it would be best if I let the snake go.
After the snake spent a peaceful night on the enclosed porch, I left it there while taking my son to the bus stop. Feeling confident that my guest would stay in the container until I got home, I visited my oldest son, whose house is by the bus, stop before returning home. While I was gone, my little guest had found its’ way out of the milk carton. It now lives on my enclosed porch; not a good thing because there is no water and its food of choice, earthworms, do not live there.
This is not the first time I have had a little snake as a guest on my porch after it decided the container was a bit restrictive. Unfortunately, I If I can’t find it, chances are it won’t survive. This is the story of my nature adventures, I suppose. Nothing ever turns out like I expect it to. Hopefully, my little snake will come out or be found and I can let it go, as I intended to do before it got impatient! Updates will follow.