So I am traumatized. I could have handled the first snake. I was sweeping the walkway that goes up to our front porch and saw a rather large (about 4-feet-long) black snake in the yard. When I moved away, it crossed the walkway I had just swept and went into the shrubbery. To keep it from going into the garage, I went ahead and put my car in and closed the garage door.
A little while later I took some trash out through the laundry room and into the garage where we keep our trash bin. I turned around to re-enter the house, and there was A DIFFERENT LARGE SNAKE, also about 4 feet long and black with white on it, ON THE STEPS I HAD JUST COME DOWN to get into the garage from the laundry room. (Thank goodness I had closed the door between the garage and the laundry room.) I thought I would die. I was in that closed garage with a large snake.
I couldn’t get back in the house and couldn’t get to the garage door opener, so I ran around the car, got in, used the remote garage door opener to open the garage door, ran out of the garage and around to the back of the house and pounded on the door (which was locked) and yelled for my husband (who because of his recent stroke, moves very slowly).
I then phoned our neighbor to see if her husband could come over and get the snake out of our garage. I was standing on the back deck when I made the call and had no sooner begun speaking than I saw ANOTHER large black snake slither across the walkway that leads to the deck. My poor neighbor probably thought I was crazy because I could hardly speak on the phone.
The neighbor did come over, but it took him a long time to get the snake because it kept going behind things in the garage. He got it out, and we are very, very grateful. But even after several hours, my heart was still pounding. I know black snakes aren’t poisonous, and I know they eat the bad snakes, but I still feel traumatized. I mean, I closed the garage door so a snake wouldn’t get in there, and another one already was in there!
A little while later, my husband went into the garage to take out some trash and began yelling for me as if something were terribly wrong. He had seen ANOTHER snake in the garage! I phoned the neighbor again, but no one was home. After much yelling back and forth as to what to do I called 911, and the dispatcher gave me the name and telephone number of a man who would come out and remove the snake.
Thank goodness for The Snake Guy! On the phone he calmed me down, as I was nearly hysterical. He explained that the snake my husband saw (which neither one of us could find now) was probably a rat snake, most likely the mate of the one that had been removed earlier. He said it would leave of its own accord, and if it doesn’t, he will come remove it tomorrow.
I hate being this hysterical about snakes, but these were the largest snakes I’ve ever seen on our property. My Facebook friends are laughing at my reaction. Maybe one day I’ll laugh, too.
This photo has nothing to do with the story. It just makes me feel better.