Well, you’re here, which means even if you hate/puke/scream and run in circles at the sight of snakes, your curiosity trumped your emotional responses.
I’m the same way! We are curious creatures.
Anyway, these past five years I’ve been offered no other choice but to co-habitate with my slithery friends, because I could see they showed no plans of leaving.
In fact, I’ve concluded the garter snake family has adapted to the economical woes and invited some family to stay with them. The absence of suitcases stacked about informs me they have no intention of leaving soon, either.
Now you may be thinking, That poor girl is surrounded! They’re bound to take over at the rate they’re multiplying!
Well fear not, because my Avengeress is near. Near my ankles, that is.
No, not this one…
And not this one, either. He does nothing but rack up vet bills and chase me around, really.
Allow me to present the true Snake Killer, four under her belt this year already:
Yes, four snakes met their demise this year because Tobi has decided, after nearly six years of living, that she no longer tolerates their presence.
To say the first time I saw her pull one of the ground and shake it to death is seared in my brain is an understatement.
I watched her, stunned, appalled, curious, and a bit proud. I knew one of these dainty pups had some farm worth! Yorkies were initially bred to kill rats in saloons, as the legend goes, so to discover that trait has not gone lost has been… amusing.
Let’s just hope the snakes don’t invite a large cousin to come stay anytime soon.
In the event that they do, however, I offer this one to Big Cousin: