Here in the sub-tropics, a mile from the Queensland border, it’s all pretty laid-back. Flouting council laws, many denizens of my suburb like to let their dogs run loose — I’ve had to cut a hole in the front and back screen doors so my cats can get inside when the dogs chase them. For the same reason, I can’t lock the glass doors when I’m out during the day. Last week, I’d just come home from town and changed into my everyday rags when it oozed out from under the fridge.
Three feet. Four feet. Five feet. Six.
A black snake.
I was barefooted, as I always am in summer. The snake was three feet away. Fortunately, it was only 1 o’clock in the afternoon, noon if you’re not on Daylight Saving Time. What you don’t want is to find yourself with a snake loose in the house when night comes down. The electric lights throw shadows, and it’s much harder to see under furniture etc.
What to do? I’d had snakes in the house before. My now-old cat used to bring them in when he was young. Once on a visit my daughter inadvertently took a shower with a yellow-bellied black. Apparently, the cat had brought him in, taken him upstairs and lost him. The snake had then concealed himself behind a pot plant in the shower recess. My daughter’s screams when she saw him halfway through her shower could’ve woken heaven. All these snakes I’ve managed to catch by upending an empty bucket over them, sliding an unwanted vinyl record in its cover under the bucket, inverting it, and placing a weight over it. After that, it’s a simple matter of walking to the nature reserve with the snake in the bucket and releasing it.
As luck would have it, all the buckets were outside, full of water. I nicked out thru the front door, leaving the sliding door open and rushed back with an emptied bucket. If I could just get it over the snake, I figured, I could take my time after that.
I returned just in time to see the last foot of black tail disappearing into a rolled-up hall runner lying on the living room floor. Well, I thought, if I could block the ends, that would give me time to think how to get him into the bucket from there. And maybe get some help — though on the three occasions in the past I’ve had snakes in the house, I’ve dealt with them alone; my neighbours are mostly women.
Fortunately, black snakes are more obliging than browns, one variety of which, the tigers, will attack you if you disturb them during the mating season. While I was trying to block one end of the hall runner with books, I noticed a snake sliding under the bookcase and slithering out the wide-open front door.
Was it the same snake? It looked like the same snake. As Gertrude Stein would have said, “A snake is a snake, is a snake.”
Gertrude Stein
Or were there two, and I still had the other in the hall runner? I dragged the hall runner out of the apartment, all the while wondering if another snake was going to appear from the unplugged end. But there was nothing.
Why it happened took me a while to figure out. In twenty years of living here, I’ve never had a snake come in of its own volition, except for the python that came in thru the back door one night a couple of years ago, see: https://danielledevalera.wordpress.com/2012/12/11/quoth-the-raven-nevermore/
Apparently, snakes eat skinks, and I had a family of these striped lizards living under my refrigerator. (When you can’t have proper screen doors, these things happen.)
They’re very handsome, and quite intelligent, and they like to eat the food the cat leaves behind, a form of al fresco dining. Perhaps the snake came across the skink when it was outside taking the air after lunch and, when it fled to the safety of the refrigerator, the snake followed it inside. That’s all I can figure.
Getting rid of the skinks will not be easy; I don’t want to kill them. Now, whenever I return from somewhere, I always do a check of the apartment. However, I’m very aware that these checks can only go so far. I’m keeping a wary eye on the floor at all times.
Danielle de Valera 
Reblogged this on Louise Forster.
Thanks for the reblog, Louise.
Eeeeeeeeek!!!! 😳 Not that snakes particularly worry us, still wouldn’t like to deal with one like that anywhere! 😳
I don’t mind them when they’re outside – but I really don’t like the idea of having one in the house. You’d have seen your fair share of them over there, I imagine.
Australia is home to a more aggressive bunch of critters than other places – is the black snake one of the poisonous ones? Or would you rather not step on one when you get up in the middle of the night? If not poisonous, they probably don’t eat humans.
I admire your sang-froid – I use the flat cardboard and plastic tumbler version of your capture method to put insects outside, but we don’t have anything much larger than a cricket getting into our house. Suburbia isn’t very exciting, though we have foxes and deer.
I wouldn’t have thought they’d follow a skink – another fun thing not to run into in the middle of the night. Your learn to live with whatever shares your biosphere. In Acapulco, my Dad used to flatten scorpions for us.
Aieeee, scorpions! It’s interesting how we seem more scared of the creatures we don’t have to deal with. They assume mythical proportions, I guess, because we’ve never had the chance to learn anything about them. PS Yes, the black snakes are poisonous, though not as poisonous as the browns.
Growing up in South Florida, I (or my mother) used the bucket and flat object for scorpions. Luckily, I didn’t have to deal with snakes, though there were plenty of poisonous ones around. Later I had the opportunity to hold a black snake. Very interesting experience. They’re dry, cool, and muscular. Not frightening at all.
I’ve found the blacks much more well intentioned than the browns, which can be temperamental – and downright dangerous in the mating season, when they’ll actually attack you if you disturb them. We had a breathtaking array of snakes in Townsville when I was a kid – taipans, death adders, blacks, browns, you name it. and big! Ten feet was nothing to the blacks. But we never had them in the house, as it was on very high blocks to avoid flooding during the Wet Season.
I wonder which would win, in a snake contest, S. Florida or Australia. We could probably beat you on poisonous insects.
I suspect you would. We really don’t have many poisonous insects. Lots of flies, mosquitoes and cockroaches, but at least the only insect I can think of that’s dangerous is the mosquito, and then, only sometimes.
Scorpions, of course. Yellow flies with a venomous bite. Puss caterpillars, and some other caterpillar I never saw, but gave my father a good sting. Fire ants. Black widow spiders. Add in the rattlesnakes, coral snakes, and cottonmouth mocassins, and the place is a fright.
Sure soujnds like Florida wins. Over here, I forgot the funnel-web spiders – and the red back spiders, which accordling to the old c & w songs, liked to frequent outdoor lavatories, especially under the wooden toilet seat, from which they’d emerge and bite you when you were at your most vulnerable. Luckily, all I’ve got inside here are daddy longlegs and huntsman spiders. .