The Poor Bastard

In my last post, I shared with you a picture of a snake who was close enough to crawl up my skirt, if he’d taken the notion.  Thank Goodness, he didn’t.


I received a comment from  my dear, sweet Aunt Bert asking if we killed it or am I learning to live with them?I didn’t answer her comment because it’s a complicated answer which involves more explanation than a yes/no can give.
I must begin at the beginning, which is a very good place to begin.

My snake sighting number is at a total of 4, plus one molted (do snakes molt) snake skin. 

When we bought this place, we discovered a snake skin and my wise dad commented “if you found a snake skin, the owner is around there somewhere.”  I didn’t completely ignore him, but I imagined surely the snake had moved on to greener pastures.

The first snake I saw, I killed with no less than 50  whacks of a shovel. 

The second snake I saw, was a tiny little baby snake that got away.

The third snake I saw crawled up my skirt (in my imagination)

And the fourth snake I saw was coiled under a tree hissing and striking at my dog AT THE SAME TIME the other snake was crawling up my skirt. He wasn’t in the mood for a photo shoot.

Seeing a snake will definitely give you the eebie jeebies, but seeing TWO snakes at the same time within 3 feet of one another will give you the triple eebie jeebies.

Each time a snake slithers past, I do a triple-step-bunny-hop, scream like a girl, and get the shivers all at once.  Then I dash in the house to call my beloved, my knight-in-shining-armor, my hero, who inadvertently is 30 miles or more away and lets out an exasperated breath on the other end of the line. 

My husband has me describe the snake in detail and identifies it as a bull snake:  a good, harmless, beneficial, kind and benevolent snake.  The kind I should invite for supper.  The kind I should make the poster child of the J&A Chicken Ranch. 

With the exception of the first one that I hacked to death, I leave them alone, they stay around for at least AN HOUR AND A HALF while I become a PRISONER in my own home, afraid to leave the comfort of my air-conditioned living room, peeking out the curtain every 10 minutes, watching their every move, and eventually they slither away to places unknown to me, and I live in a state of anxiety and trepidation until the next encounter.

Now J-Dub and I have a pretty decent marriage going on, but the snake incidents have just nearly driven us to the divorce attorneys.  And I jest not.

I want the snakes dead.  And He doesn’t.  His argument is they are harmless, they eat rodents which carry nasty diseases, and “people” claim they keep rattlesnakes away as well.  They are good snakes and I should just leave them alone. 

My argument is they give me the eebie jeebies. 
I think my argument wins.

Realizing he is not going to come to my rescue when I see a snake, realizing that I’m going to see more snakes, realizing that 50 whacks with a shovel will only kill a little snake, I asked him to show me how to shoot a gun.  That statement led to a  fight, which led to me leaving the house for a couple of hours until tempers cooled and rational thinking returned.

After a couple of hours away, and a couple ice cream cones consumed, I returned to the Snake Spa, where all snakes come to bask in refreshing coolness and safety of a mostly yellow, but half-green yard.  Come one, come all, enjoy your stay!

As I was driving up, I flicked on the bright lights and observed a dead snake in the road outside the driveway.  I walked into the house and the conversation was as follows:
Me:  Who killed that snake?
J-Dub:  Who do you think killed him? I shot the poor bastard!  I drove him out from under the feed room.  He tried to get away, but I killed the poor bastard anyway!

A couple nights later, we saw a coyote running across the pasture with the poor bastard hanging from his jaws.

And ever since the poor bastard’s been killed, I haven’t seen any of his wives, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, or cousins twice removed.

I since have been given a pistola and 2 bullets of rat shot and I’m not afraid to use it.  Well truthfully, I’m terrified to use it.  Probably more terrified than seeing a snake. So to the next bull snake that slithers into the yard:  I’ll just do a triple-step-bunny-hop, scream like a girl, get the shivers and run to the house.  You enjoy the coolness of the grass for 90 minutes, AND NOT A SECOND MORE, and then be on your way.  Or there’s going to be trouble.  Ya hear?

So Aunt Bert, I hope that answers your question. 

On our anniversary, while we ate our tender steak and tough corn, I told my bull-snake loving husband about a friend on Facebook who has a State of the Marriage Address each year on their anniversary.  They discuss how things are, what needs to be improved, and the overall state of their marriage.  We both agreed that life was going pretty well for us and our marriage was strong.  And then he added “Except I need to be more patient with you adjusting to living in the country.”

 “Motion seconded!  Pass the Corn!”



  1. Brandi Cayce says:

    Kill them Angel! Kill them all!!!!!!


  2. Angie says:

    I’m with you girl…ALL snakes are evil!! Hang in there and stand your ground:)


  3. Lenore Diane says:

    I love happy endings!! (Well, the snake may disagree with my sentiment.) 🙂


  4. RB says:

    Well I don’y know what I would do. Guess if They keep Rattlers away the Bill would be better. I would jump and run and prody hurt myself. Awwwww country living. Love


  5. RB says:

    Sorry, I am typing in the dark and misspelled Don’t and Bull.


  6. Funny, I was thinking the other day that you should learn to use a gun on the snakes as it would be a lot safer than a shovel and give you a sense of control in your home. Home is a place where you can let your guard down, be relaxed, and such, so please do all that you need to do to make it so. I spent 8 years growing up on a farm, but in all those years I never sighted as many snakes as you have so far. I only sighted 3 in the 8 years there, and I was always out and about in the farm, walking, climbing trees, playing, etc. The custom in India is that when a snake is sighted it is killed, regardless of whether it is a good or bad snake, then it is cremated with a small offering (piece of cloth and milk) and a prayer asking for forgiveness for the harm done to the snake. Snakes, like any creature, will roam and multiply wherever they are unmolested, so if they begin to find your home and its vicinity unsafe, they will leave. You have to make it an unsafe place for them. It doesn’t matter that it is a harmless snake, what matters is that you are unharmed in your mind, in your peace, in your home, in your being and your thoughts. I am keeping you, your family and home, in my prayers.


    1. Angel says:

      Wow. That is a fascinating custom. Thanks for you thoughts for me and my home.


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