. . . or so the song goes.
A deeply genetically-programed arachnophobia notwithstanding, I actually "like" spiders . . . from a very respectful distance. They really are magnificent/very useful creatures. I love their webs. And I actually named a enormous, gorgeous garden spider that kept me company at a tiny little farmhouse in Duplin County. Her name was Matilda. In a very Charlotte's Web fashion, she greeted me with a new design nearly every morning (I actually had to gently reposition her gigantic web a few times to get out the door).
She survived a hurricane. After that, we kinda bonded. I would sit on the back porch for hours and watch her spin. Before the end of that summer, I mustered the courage to touch the tip of one of her legs (she didn't like my idea of a handshake). I still have a picture of her on my fridge.
But snakes are a different story. Never had much use for them . . . even the "nice" ones (like who is gonna stay around long enough to figure that out?). The newly discovered prehistoric Titanoboa cerrejonensis (approximately 2500 pounds and 43 feet long) is the stuff of which nightmares are made.
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Dead Snake= Good Snake
That's all I 've got to say on that subject.
I remember a time when I worked for a vet's office. A client called in asking if we handled snakes. ( meaning do we treat snakes) The doctor with a smile on his face answered.....Yes we treat snakes.....with a hoe! enough said
At the ripe old age of 94 years, my maternal grandmother was still able to dispatch a copperhead (called a "pilot" in her native Montgomery County) with her garden hoe. She just had to move out from behind her walker in order to administer the fatal blow.
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