You CoTHers are influencing me with all this snake talk...
I let a snake live yesterday. Totally uncharacteristic of me. I do NOT like snakes. Actually, I'm terrified of snakes. I'm generally not too wimpy, but they can actually make me cry, given the right level of surprise and proximity.
I walked into my small barn yesterday morning and upon entering the feed room (a converted stall), there's Mr. Black Snake playing contortionist/gymnast, hanging from the header on the back wall, winding his way behind the gap at the top of the plywood wall, looking for breakfast.
AAAARRRGGGHHHH! Of course, my first reaction was to grab the shovel. And I stood there and watched him ~snake~ his way along the top of the back wall. >>shudder<<
And I thought of CoTH...and all the I-love-my-black-snake-in-the-barn stories. All the they-kill-rodents accounts (considering my barn was overrun with mice last winter). All the they-keep-other-snakes-away legends (which I understand might be mythical, but if one person claims it's true, I'll cling to hope). All the they-are-good-creatures pleas. And I felt a little soft spot somewhere deep inside (did I really just say that?!?!).
But still...sharing this small space with him??? So I ran outside to call my DH off the mower to get him to relocate Mr. Black Snake at least to the woods for the time being. But upon our return to the barn he was...gone. GULP. And the horses were waiting very impatiently to be fed. And I had to go in there. DOUBLE GULP.
SO now I'm living in a perpetual state of fear, like the stalked girl in a bad horror flick, constantly checking over my shoulder.
CoTHers, I hope I don't live to regret this. :eek: