More Snakes, Pay no Attention
March 4, 2017 by Danielle de Valera
I had another snake in my little 2-storey apartment the other day. It’s the weirdest thing. For twenty years I’ve lived here and never had a problem with snakes — except for the night the python came looking to make a meal out of my old cat, who was sleeping near the back door. https://danielledevalera.wordpress.com/2012/12/11/quoth-the-raven-nevermore/
To have two in six weeks is strange. See: https://danielledevalera.wordpress.com/2017/01/11/snake/ This one I found at 4 o’clock in the afternoon at the bottom of the internal staircase. I’d locked the cat in with me from 2 -4 to prevent him hunting and bringing them in while I was having my cuppa-tea-and-a-lie-down. I can only conclude that I must have inadvertently locked the snake in with us when I came back from the beach and shut the doors at two.
A sobering thought.
Whether it was the same snake, come looking for more skinks (they live under my stove), I’m not sure. It certainly looked the same. Same size, six feet, same colour, black. Fortunately, he eventually slid out just the way the other one did, sailing out through the front door, which I’d opened wide for him. But I had a few bad moments before that: I’d lost sight of him when I went to look for a bucket to catch him in. That’s the hard bit. You come back, the snake’s disappeared and you don’t know where it is. All I could do was sit on the sofa in my living room and wait, like the woman in Henry Lawson’s short story, “The Drover’s Wife”.
Henry Lawson
In that story, which appears in his collection, While the Billy Boils https://www.amazon.com/While-Billy-Boils-Henry-Lawson/dp/141919383X the woman, seeing a large snake go into the slab hut she and the four children live in (her husband is away six to eighteen months at a time, droving), sets down a saucer of milk and waits through the night for the snake to appear so she can kill it.
Compared to the drover’s wife, I had it easy. But I’m faced with a quandary now. I’ll have to start keeping the front door closed when I’m out and keeping the cat flap closed, even when I’m home. The old cat has been coming and going through the front door for fourteen years. It worries me that he might be chased by one of the many loose dogs in South Golden Beach, run for the safety of his door and find it shut. But I don’t like the idea of six-foot black snakes sailing around the place whenever they feel like it, and I hate the idea of encountering one at night. I seem to have no option. The snake repellers on the internet have opponents and proponents. I’ll probably try one. In the meantime, I hope to retrain the cat to use the back door only, but I don’t like my chances.
(For reasons I can’t explain, this post is showing up strangely, even though it’s written as usual in 12 pt TNR in the original document and nothing untoward is showing in the WordPress menu. Another internet mystery. These little things are sent to try us.)
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Danielle de Valera 
I don’t mind a non-poisonous snake in the house, but six feet is a bit much. One managed to come through a very small wall opening in the trailer my husband and I lived in. As for skinks, far preferable to mice. Although cats can get poisoned eating them. Maybe not all species, but who wants to take a chance? Let the snake clean house and then let it out.
Come on now, I’ve got to live in the place while that’s going on. I really don’t fancy it. A bite from a six-foot black, however, well intentioned it might be, doesn’t appeal. Especially perhaps at 2 a.m. with the nearest hospital a good half-hour’s drive away – assuming I had a car to drive there. (Tim the cat must’ve read the literature: he won’t touch the skinks.)
Reblogged this on Louise Forster.
I think they’re all desperate to find a cool place to hide. I had a little green tree snake curled around my computer screen pedestal. I couldn’t leave the room in case it slithered somewhere and hid. I took the pillow slip off a cushion and tried to coax it in. The little fella fell to the floor. Cutting a long story short, with Miff (our dog) going ape-shit, I managed to sweep it out the back door. Then it sat there looking at me as if ti say, but I liked it in there. On another note, I’m heading off shortly to have my two yearly mammogram, not looking forward to that at all, but hey they’re trying to look after us. The mobile mammo bus is at Ocean Shores, Ladies, so get your mammeries checked. 🙂
I can relate to your experience. Even a green tree snake is alarming. I think you’re right, and their prevalence is something to do with the weather. Oh, the joys of living in the sub-tropics. BTW, thank you for the reblog.
You lead a far more interesting life than I do – but I do remember my dad’s huge sandals squashing scorpions when we vacationed in Acapulco, many years ago – my grandfather had a house there, and in the rainy season the scorpions were out a lot more. Now I realize their burrows were probably flooded!
I’ve never had to deal with scorpions. Over here, people are now trying to recover from the floods. We were so lucky this time around where I am and weren’t touched at all. But all along the lowlying areas on the bus route today, people had dragged out all their ruined possessions from houses built on the ground on concrete slabs. Sad.