Table of Contents:
- Dead battery, copperheads … and little secrets
- A slithering secret
The battery in my wife’s automobile died, and then she found out about the copperhead snake ‘issue’ we’ve had recently. You never know where the drama of a morning rush will move you.
Here’s the thing: We've had record amounts of rain in south Georgia. Around our "hood," we have woods. We live on a clay hill, good solid land above water. And snakes and the things they like to eat know that. I had withheld some recent information from my wife. I had seen a copperhead, too, in our yard. He was ‘dispatched’ before she got home. But let’s keep that between us. But the neighbor let the cat out of the bag, and there one set striking the sides of the five-gallon bucket and sealing his fate.
We have a zero-tolerance snake policy in and around our little slice of Eden. At least that is what the wife has declared. She’s a good ‘policymaker.’ But between you and me, I typically let the non-venomous snakes pass. I argue the more good snakes you have the fewer bad ones you have.
Other cold-hearted things, like the anole lizards which number in the scores around our house get passes, too, unless they get into the house. I’ve cracked many a good toe banging down our hallway responding to a blood-curling scream from the wife. Lizard in the bedroom. Well, he’s gotta go? But the lizards don’t get to go feet up with their tongues hanging out. They’re under the “relocation policy,” which means I gotta chase the boogers, throbbing toe and all, and humanely handle them. (If I can’t get them with my hand, I gotta little beach-crabbing net and a piece of Tupperware for the job now. Tool used to be a thin-wired waste basket.)
Anyway, snakes, nope. They get sent to their final reward if the policymaker gets sight of them or hears word of them.
Finally got to the battery in her car that morning. Jumped it off and directed her where to go and who to tell to put a new one in. I didn’t want to bother with it that morning. She’s was fine with that. She’d issued a new policy that morning, anyway, and it involved the ‘monster’ copperhead. I got the boy where he needed to go. Went back home and put on some boots and headed to the shed.