Through the Lens

I’ve Lost A Snake….

Thu, March 01, 2012

Yes, you read that correctly, I’ve lost a snake in my car. It really isn’t as bizarre as it seems, and the last time it happened at least the lost snake was big enough to find a little easier.

Yes…I routinely have snakes in my car. Yes, my car is known as either “That Snake Pit”; or “The Great Black Hole”. I am not particularly fastidious about the interior of my car. It pretty much always looks like the woods and the fields, and the occasional yellow lab have either thrown up or exploded in it.

It’s pretty bad right now because it’s mud season, bone season, and coat blowing season. It’s also that in between time when I’m still carting around half my winter junk, and half my spring junk, and 80 pounds of wet, stinky, muddy,  coat blowing dog everywhere I go.

Oh and a little snake, A little bitty garter snake. I had taken it to the library for the kids to see and handle and learn about, and since it’s just a short hop from my house to library I put it in a paper lunch bag. It was just a little bitty teeny harmless garter snake. Really.

I made one stop at the Dairy Queen, parked in the sun, the devil escaped his brown paper abode and when I got back to car there it was.. curled up in the passenger seat doing it’s best imitation of giant cobra.

After I stopped laughing at the hysterical display of bravado, I reached down to capture it and poof if it shot off somewhere between the console and the seat.

I have not seen it since.

I cannot find it!

Willie only gives me quizzical look when I say “Fetch up the snake Willie. Find the snake Willie. ” His answer was to fling a few more pounds of mud and fur around and proudly hop out with a protein bar that expired two years ago. UM okay thanks Willie. At least now I’m safe from food poisoning.

My current plan is to put a couple of the large sized warmers in the floorboard and hope that as the night gets chilly the heat draws the little sneaky snake out of it’s hiding hole.  I’m open to any and all suggestions at this point.

Dear Husband has extreme snake phobia…...I’d rather not have to explain this latest escapade to him. Somehow I have visions of my car going up flames if I let him handle it.

Later Gators; I’ve got snake to locate!

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