Monday, September 6, 2010
Slayer of Serpents
We thought nothing then the next evening when Pierre didn't make an appearance for his evening repast or his nightly round-up of stuffed bird toys, which he loves to carry upstairs and deposit in a line leading from our bedroom door to the bathroom. I thought for sure he'd found another autumnal visitors and I'd spend another evening futilely chasing a frightened critter with an old plastic ice cream container. I went down the basement steps to clean out his litter box the next morning, thinking nothing of it, flipped on the light, and stopped short.
There was a SNAKE curled upon the basement floor.
Pierre shot out from under the basement stairs with glee, circling the snake and making high, trilling cries of excitement. I called for Hubby and yelled "There's a snake in the basement!" Both Hubby and my father in law came on the run. My second yell was "Pierre - NO!" as the cat ran right towards it.
I had no idea if the snake was alive or dead, poisonous or not. At least it was small. It was less than a foot long and about the thickness of a clothesline.
Pierre ran up and poked it with a paw, and by that time I realized it must be dead. We hurried downstairs and out came the trusty plastic container. First a mouse scoop; now a snake catcher.
We took the picture above of the snake outside to try to identify it. I don't see a photo of this exact pattern on the Virginia department of fish and wildlife site, but it looks most like a rat snake, a very young one, and friends agree. We found fang marks on its back, the same size and width as Pierre makes on his stuffed bird toys, so Pierre has a new nickname: Slayer of Serpents.
So what does the slayer of serpents do on his day off?
Snooze, of course.
There is NEVER a dull moment around here.