Yes, snakes are frequently on the tip of my tongue, metaphorically, because of the large number where I live in SoGa. I have never liked snakes of any kind (it must be from seeing the movie "Sssssssss"), but was never afraid of them until I moved to this area which is full of poisonous varieties. We have diamond back rattlesnakes, pigmy rattlers, cotton mouth moccasin, copperheads, and coral snakes. We also have a great slithering bunch of nonpoisonous snakes, but I'm not great at telling the difference because my reaction is to scream, turn tail, and run away. So if I see a king snake, a white oak snake, or a rat snake I haven't looked at it long enough to know whether I was actually in any danger. I long ago gave up turning my composte pile because they snakes love to burrow into its warmth. Fortunately the heat and the humidity here make black gold for me as long as I continue to pile in my scraps and clippings.
In my yard I don't use insect spray or any type of weed killer other than boiling water (it really takes care of those weeds better than round up...just get an electric tea kettle, fire it up, and pour). This really helps make it a healthy place for for lots of creatures including snakes. We have so many trees, bushes, and birds that the snakes love it. The house is on an acre right in front of about 30 acres of swampy woods. For the most part, my fear of the snakes comes from wanting nothing bad to happen to my dogs. I did not know until a student told me, but dogs do not react to snakes. Mine have walked right over many, and I was warned by the vet that one bite will kill them. If they were smaller, I would also have to worry about birds of prey swooping down and plucking them from the yard. It is a wild kingdom here.
My friend Laura recently sent me a link to a story that would appear to be in the category of fake news, but it turns out to be frighteningly true. A recent story on The Daily Show Terror Alert
featured the plight of some cast-off pets. Holy moly, Burmese pythons are on the loose! This has definitely awakened the primal fear I have of snakes. Forget all the Ssssssss
junk about being turned into a snake, now I can worry about being attacked by one. At least the local alligators don't try to eat adult deer. Really, thank Laura, knowing this will help me sleep better at night.
This sent my into a panic. I found articles confirming the feeding frenzy. The first one shows a dead python after it tried to eat an alligator, and the second article says that the projection for the Burmese python migration across the southern US is incorrect. I'm going to hope this is true because I can't stand the thought of looking out for 12-foot long snakes hanging out in my backyard.
Of course in my search for more info on the freed-pet-pythons-now-taking-over-the-Everglades, I discovered that a guy in Mississippi who runs an alligator zoo is missing 50 of his creatures after recent flooding enables them to swim over the six-foot fence. He had 250 alligators, but 200 of them escapes during Hurricane Katrina. I don't need to worry about his 14-foot gators because we already have plenty around here. But a 12-foot long snake, now that would stick out like a sore thumb.