I live in the country…very rural. So we have snakes around here from time to time. Some of them can be sneaky snakes. They look like sticks…but…they are not.
I have always said, and I know I have been corrected a gazillion times, the only good snake is a dead snake. Sorry yall, but I just don’t like these creatures. And having grown up hunting and fishing, you know they are always there. But my Daddy used to say they don’t bite this month….and that could have been any month…
Running them over
While out on the road, heading to town to run errands today, there was something in the road. It looked like a stick…but it was a sneaky snake. So I ran over it and both my daughter and myself went eeewww and raised our feet. Ya know the hebby gebbys ya get just running over those things…creeps me out. I asked my daughter if I should go back and make sure…she gave me “that look” and said no. Wonder if he died?
After that we got to talking about running over snakes and my daughter said she remembered when she was little, her and her brother were in the back seat, that snake that I ran over. It was slithering across the road and I ran over it. And we all raised out feet. But…I stopped and backed over the snake and re ran over it again. I think I did this 3 or 4 times. Why? I don’t know why, other than I wanted to make sure it was DEAD. Each time I ran over it, either backwards or forwards, we raised out feet. When it was all done, we all had the hebby gebbys. For some reason, even in the safety of the car, we got the hebby gebbys over this dead snake.
Now, when I came back home, that snake was not dead in the road, so for today…he lived. I laughed and told my daughter see, I should have stopped and got him a few times.
So if you are ever out my way, and you see me stopping and backing up on the road a few times…you will know I just killed a snake. And I made darn sure it was dead. A country girls gotta do what a country girls gotta do!
Blessings and Bubbles,