Snake
he snake skin draped across the sewer line in the basement, directly over the washing machine. It looked to be over two feet long. My skin crawled. I think snakes are beautiful, but I prefer that they remain outside and miles from me. I looked around to see if, maybe, it would be in the middle of the floor waiting or deciding where it wanted to go. It had a lot of choices. There was so much stuff down there. There was the workbench filled with tools; two lovely wood and glass china cabinets; couches and chairs, lots of furniture, boxes of shoes, and clothing!!
The ceiling was exposed. I knew the hot and cold water lines, the electrical lines, the duct work, and the spaces they served. I saw nothing curled up around the pipes or rods. Yes, I liked the “Alien” movie series and vowed that if I were ever commissioned to design a space station on another planet, drop ceilings would not be in the design.
I went down to do the laundry. The snake did not attack me. That was day one in April 2012. On day two, I left the skin where it was for a while, photographed and then removed it. I thought the snake needed it to find its way out, like a breadcrumb, you understand? I dowsed with the pendulum Master Dowser Greg “Mountain Man” Storozuk made for me. I got that it left the house.
Nature II by Allison L. Williams Hill. Someone said the element in the middle looked like a snake to her, that's why I included it here.
I mentioned it to my mother after wishing her another happy birthday. She said she read that ammonia keeps them at bay. An article written by a woman who camped with her family in a wooded area used it and reported that it worked. I trusted what I dowsed and four days later I have not seen evidence of the snake. I do look up at the exposed ceiling more often.
Well, a second shedded skin was left this week, in October 2012. I thought if the bleach smell was in the space, it might not return. There was always an opened bottle, so I continued the practice, assuming it was for that purpose. The snake might not have thought that it was a safe place to repeat its business. A resident suggested feeding the cats that occasionally appeared. I would only have to do this once a week; they would return, and if I didn't provide food, they would naturally hunt in the yard. They would work to kill the snakes they find. Given that we are here temporarily, I hesitate to develop relationships with the cats. I don't know where they came from or who they belong to. I am counting on the weather getting so cold that the snake will have satisfied its needs until spring.
The helpful consultant from Terminix
Help for the Snake
We are in April 2014. What did I see when I walked into the basement but a rat snake lying along the masonry wall next to the washing machine and the dryer? Well, naturally, I spoke to it, asking why it was there. It was not supposed to be. Between October and now, a snake was against the window knocking against the Venetian blind. I went to the kitchen and called Terminix to get help. While on the phone, I heard clanging and a thump. The snake must have fallen off the window sill. A very nice-smelling man came. He did a thorough walk-through and found nothing. He politely said I should have stayed in the basement with the snake. Mr. Terminix Man pointed out where the snake might be getting in. I brought home a couple of cans of foam expansion stuff and went to spraying in the cracks.
Snake and Seek
On this fine April day, with rubber gloves on, I’d go downstairs to see if this snake was going to leave. It held its head high. Its body did not appear to move. My husband was coughing. I left to see what I could do for him. I returned. The length of the snake on one side of a pipe was less, so it did move. My husband started coughing again. I left to see what I could do for him. I returned, and the snake moved again. My husband started coughing again. I left to see what I could do for him. I came down with a plastic leaf bag. I sprayed the snake with Raid Max. I was getting over a cold, so thankfully, I was unable to smell well. It fell to the concrete floor. I moved toward it and it slithered under a little case. I waited. It stuck its head to move towards a load of furniture people were allowed to store. Had it been able to do this, it would have died. The stench would have filled the space. I sprayed it with more Raid Max. My husband started coughing again. I left to see what I could do for him. The snake was still under the case. I brought down a spade shovel. I attempted to push the snake out from under the shelf. I thought when it fell to the floor, it would have been a good time to grab it.
The Gathering by Allison L. Williams Hill
I was getting impatient. My husband started coughing again. I left to see what I could do for him. I returned. I was impatient. I was not going to wait for the snake to decide what it wanted to do. I stuck it with the spade. It came out. I began talking to it again.
“I’m not waiting for you. I’ve HAD it. You’re taking too long.“ I stuck it with the shovel a few times. Blood was pouring out. It opened its mouth. “I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU!! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!” I grabbed it with the plastic bag. I put the shovel aside and used both hands. I scooped it up. I thrashed the bag on the concrete floor. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!!! DIE!!” I kept banging the bagged snake against the floor. A hole opened up. I saw a part of the snake covered with blood. I took the bag upstairs and bagged it in another bag. I took moist paper towels with cleaner and mopped up the blood. I threw them in the bag, tied it up, and put it in the dumpster under the screened-in porch. It pays to talk things out.
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