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Tonight my night was effectively ruined. Here I am trying to watch an uploaded movie on Youtube when my lil bro comes in and says there's a snake in the backyard. I spring up and hotfoot it outside. My dog was barking like mad at it, and there it was. Plenty of other snakes (black rats, I believe) have come up to the house before, as we live near the woods, but not one of these! I had never actually seen one in person before, but I could tell it was a copperhead.
Being the naturalist I am (and no doubt many on here are) I immediately campainged to simply figure out a way to safely contain the snake and move it as far away form the house as possible. My mom's a terrible ophiodiophobe who loses her color at the mere mention of as much as a ball python and my brother doesn't trust anything venomous (something he no doubt got from my vast collection of Ts and scorps). I was struck down (by a vote) in favor of murdering the poor reptile with a garden hoe. What was worse was I had to hold an LED light on the animal just so my bro could get a clear wack at it, effectively forcing me to actually watch this. And then I found my mom praising him like he had slain Satan himself
. I said nothing to all of this, except try to explain that copperheads are venomous but mild compared to other North American vipers so in the case of a bite there would be little risk assuming a doctor was immediately sought. No good.
After all of this was done, all I could do was toss the snake over the fence with the same hoe that took its life and wash off the blood and guts on the sidewalk leftover from the murder with a hose. It smelled like dead fish! And it wasn't even until I finished cleaning up the mess and went into the bathroom and remembered we have a hamper, with a very large burlap sack in it. If only I had a snake hook, or a sturdy stick, to go with that I probably could've saved this reptile from certain doom:wall:. I have been able to rescue snakes form my property before (most of them being juvenile rats), but this time I wasn't able to do that. Indeed, it's times like these that make me consider obtaining a snake hook just for these kinds of things.
Suffice to say my sympathies lie with the slain copperhead and I'm really bummed about this. It never meant to be a nuisance, after all. Had my dog not been outside at the time it would've passed right through the yard with no risks of hurting anyone. And it never did hurt anyone either. It only lost its life just because it was there. Most people I know would probably think me of unsound mind to feel sorry for a decidedly "poisonous" animal, but to me this snake (like all the rest) is/was so much more than that.
BTW the copperhead must've been rather young, measuring about 2 feet or so. If this snake even died a virgin I'll be even more pissed.
Being the naturalist I am (and no doubt many on here are) I immediately campainged to simply figure out a way to safely contain the snake and move it as far away form the house as possible. My mom's a terrible ophiodiophobe who loses her color at the mere mention of as much as a ball python and my brother doesn't trust anything venomous (something he no doubt got from my vast collection of Ts and scorps). I was struck down (by a vote) in favor of murdering the poor reptile with a garden hoe. What was worse was I had to hold an LED light on the animal just so my bro could get a clear wack at it, effectively forcing me to actually watch this. And then I found my mom praising him like he had slain Satan himself
After all of this was done, all I could do was toss the snake over the fence with the same hoe that took its life and wash off the blood and guts on the sidewalk leftover from the murder with a hose. It smelled like dead fish! And it wasn't even until I finished cleaning up the mess and went into the bathroom and remembered we have a hamper, with a very large burlap sack in it. If only I had a snake hook, or a sturdy stick, to go with that I probably could've saved this reptile from certain doom:wall:. I have been able to rescue snakes form my property before (most of them being juvenile rats), but this time I wasn't able to do that. Indeed, it's times like these that make me consider obtaining a snake hook just for these kinds of things.
Suffice to say my sympathies lie with the slain copperhead and I'm really bummed about this. It never meant to be a nuisance, after all. Had my dog not been outside at the time it would've passed right through the yard with no risks of hurting anyone. And it never did hurt anyone either. It only lost its life just because it was there. Most people I know would probably think me of unsound mind to feel sorry for a decidedly "poisonous" animal, but to me this snake (like all the rest) is/was so much more than that.
BTW the copperhead must've been rather young, measuring about 2 feet or so. If this snake even died a virgin I'll be even more pissed.