St. Patrick's Day came a little early at the TurtleFoo homestead, as commemorated by a ceremonial driving out of snakes.
This little guy—a Western Ribbon Snake, I'm guessing—was lurking along the foundation of the house at around dusk, last evening. I didn't even see him (Or her. I didn't check for bits.) until I'd hit him with the string trimmer, slinging him about two feet.
In the picture, he's intact and was still squirming when I took the picture. Turtle came out to take a look and said she thought he was an ex-reptile, though, so I slung him over the fence into the creek.
Now playing: The Dandy Warhols, Welcome To The Monkey House
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Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
17 March, 2006
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You chopped him up?! I'm going to have to call the animal cruelty something-or-other place. Oh wait - does that apply to reptiles.
Forgot my question mark (?).
No, I didn't chop him up. He looked undamaged, but Turtle was convinced that he was dead, based on the fact that his mouth was open.
Well, that and he wasn't moving.
He looks purple-ish in the picture because a) his stripe was red but the quality of light around dusk is blue-ish, and b) because the batteries in my good camera—which I would have sworn I just charged last week—were dead and I used the not-so-great camera in my new phone to snap the shot.
I've started calling Sweetie "Turtle" because that's how you guys have come to know her, since she started posting in the comments here and on her own blog. Maybe I should take a poll.
I don't have any great desire to get close to dangerous herps, but little ones like this guy (who was only about as big around as my pinky finger) are okay. Even Sweeturtle thought he was cute, had he not been apparently and completely dead. And, had that not been the case, I probably would have chucked him over the fence and into the creek anyway, so he could eat bugs and tree frogs.
Or M&Ms.
Or whatever Western Ribbon Snakes eat.
A purple/blue snake that eats bugs and M&Ms?! I think you just found me the perfect pet... That is if you hadn't killed it.
Alright, blogger is screwing with me. Everytime I went to comment, the username and password box wasn't there. So I just typed "TINK" in my comment and then all of a sudden it appears. Hmph.
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