After a second divorce, I found a 150 year old brick home, on 7 acres, and bought it for a very reasonable price. It was the home of my dreams. All it needed was the white picket fence in front. It was so cool! It had a fireplace in the basement that was part of the original log cabin, with a swing arm for cooking in it.
The yard had only been mowed around the house, and the lawn between the house and the pond was allowed to grow up. There were big stalks from where big weeds had grown. I didn’t think much about it, till summer came and I started mowing it.
Being a single mom, I got a push mower and started mowing on Sunday, then and hour or so around work schedules and children’s schedules, every day all week to get the whole thing mowed, down to the pond. Then start back at the top again on Sunday.
The first day, while mowing, there was a 3 foot cream and brown snake between me and my mower. I jumped and started yelling, “Snake, snake”, only to be there standing by myself wondering who was going to kill the snake. So, I had to get braver and started wearing my work boots and carrying a hoe along the handle of the mower.
That summer, there were nine different colors of snakes that I encountered between the mower and me. Most were under the two foot range, if bigger, too big for under the mower. I “put out of their misery”, over 30 snakes that summer. I guess they had moved in where the grass had been high. It wasn’t like that any summer after that. I kept it mowed, thank goodness.
My daughter, Andrea, was just about a teenager. I was on afternoon shift at the factory where I worked, and had asked her to take the compost to the garden while I finished getting ready for work. She came in about two minutes later and was white as a sheet. She said, “Mom, I just stepped on a snake in my bare feet”. So, I’m thinking, a six inch snake. “Let’s go see”, I said taking the hoe with me. Also in my bare feet. We got to the back steps where she said she stepped off of and onto the coiled snake. I thought it was so small that we couldn’t see it in the grass.
Then something caught my eye to my right and there was a four foot snake “running” for the woods. I ran with my hoe and swung. It was hard to hit a big moving “S” shape. I got it about a foot behind the head and it came at me with mouth wide open. Andrea, of course, was supporting me from way behind. Out of big fear, I started swinging the hoe and chopping a lot. It finally quit trying to get me and went to snake heaven. If there is one. Which I doubt.
I was probably white as a sheet by the time the battle was done. My theory is if I let it go, it will come back bigger the next time. That was one day I was glad to go to work. If something would have touched my leg in the car, I probably would have wrecked it.