Snake Update

O.K. This is getting just a little bit old. We're up to three rattlesnakes discovered uncomfortably close to the house so far this summer. The first, another rusty speckled specimen, had layered himself into one of the trenches dug by the landscape contractors putting in our new irrigation system. I fished him out with the snake stick and locked him into my trusty covered bucket, much to the amazement of the landscaping crew. When Bob got home, we moved him farther down the mountain.

The next one, a handsome little Pacific rattler, the fiestier, more potent kind, we found smack dab in the middle of the driveway when we pulled in Friday night from a Fourth of July dinner with friends. Bob almost stepped on it getting out of the car. So it was his turn to wrangle the thing into the bucket. The next morning we relocated him farther down the mountain, too, but he wasn't happy about it. Instead of immediately gliding off into the bushes as all the others have done, he coiled up and rattled at us. I suppose he wanted to make the point that he did not appreciate being held prisoner overnight in a bucket and then dumped out unceremoniously in a strange place.

Then yesterday afternoon, Lilo and I were checking the new plants on the east side of the house when I happened to spy a big gray speckled rattler piled up in a corner of the deck, right next to the house! I hurried Lilo in, garbed up in my snake boots and headed back out with the stick and bucket. It was a little nerve-wracking, being all alone. So for extra security, I called Bob at work and kept him on speaker phone while I went in for the capture.

This particular snake seemed just to be chillin'. He'd casually draped himself into place, his middle looping off the edge of the deck. As soon as he sensed the stick coming his way, he started moving, heading toward the ground by way of the big air conditioner compressor next to the deck. As a result, I could only grab him near the tail, which gave him the advantage of leverage. And either he was a lot heavier than he looked or a lot stronger than I'd imagined or, probably, both, because I could not pull this snake back up. I let go and was able to grab him more in the middle, but still I could not even budge him. I hated to give up, but I had no choice. This boy was anchored into place between the wall and the air conditioner. So I released my grip on the snake stick, and he slithered on down to the ground, taking shelter under the corner of the deck. Unlike me, he seemed totally unperturbed by the whole episode.

"Now what," I asked Bob.

"Well, you could just forget it," he suggested. "He'll leave eventually."

"But he's right here," I said. "I hate to think of him this close with the dogs running around."

"You could kill him," Bob said.

I looked at the snake, calmly waiting for me to leave so he could continue on about his snakey business. He wasn't out to hurt anyone, well, except for a few tasty mice who'd left their calling cards all around the air conditioner, no doubt luring this guy in to begin with.

"I don't think that's gonna be happening either," I decided.

About five minutes later the snake squeezed himself slowly under the air conditioner, showing a lot more intelligence than anyone at this point might have concluded I possessed, and when I went out to look for him an hour or so later he was gone. Let's hope he stays that way. In the meantime, Terra Nova remains on red alert for rattlers.