I’m sorry for this post. I just need to vent or I’ll never get to sleep. Or if I do I’m going to have horrible dreams.
First off, this is the first snake I have ever seen, in ten years of living in Warrandyte. At an intellectual level I knew they had to be around, but I told myself the alpacas must scare them away, or the cats, or maybe they don’t like it here coz there’s nowhere to hide…
Well this poor little snake was trying to hide – in a pile of leaves that had collected in the mini bunker in front of my fire fighting pumps. It could not have chosen a worse place to try and hide.
Mogi, the cats and I went out for our ‘pee walk’ as we always do and they immediately ran towards the bunker, peering down at it from above.
I heard the rustle of dry leaves as I ran up. To be honest I thought it might be a possum, or something mammalian, but the torch soon showed it was a snake…right in front of the wire mesh doors of the pump house. The thought of being bitten while I or my Daughter turn the pumps on gave me the chills, so I knew it had to go.
Despite this though, I would have thrown rocks at it or something, to make it go and find a better place to hide but…my beautiful, stupid, STUPID! cats were watching it with great interest, and Pippi had already jumped down to investigate. Mogi [the dog] was holding back but I knew it wouldn’t be for long. So I grabbed a flat bladed shovel and… cut the snake in half. 😦
I was not brave. Not even a little. I was standing up above, about a metre above the ground where the snake was hiding. It couldn’t hurt me in a million years, and I feel more horrible than I can say. But I had to do it to protect my furkids.
I still feel sick though. I’ve never consciously, deliberately, with malicious forethought tried to kill anything before, at least nothing bigger than a spider or a fly. Now I have and I pray I never have to kill another snake as long as I live.
Thank you for being my wailing wall tonight.