
This morning, after feeding the dogs and doing a few chores, the dogs and I retired to the patio so they could prowl and play and I could have a cup of coffee. After a few minutes they all collapsed for a morning nap…..except for Voo. He stood watch at the entrance to the mouse/ground squirrel hole waiting for anything to appear……..as usual.
After a few minutes I realized that he was watching something intently and slowly and quietly beginning his stalking routine. He continued with eyes riveted to stalk in slow motion running parallel to the patio from the entrance to the dog yard. Then he changed direction and was headed toward the patio. As he reached the patio the other dogs suddenly began to show some interest in whatever he was following.
THEN I HEARD THE RATTLE!!!!!!!!!
For the very first time when I yelled the command ‘HOUSE’ every one of them ran for the door. I ran in behind them, grabbed the .22 that was loaded with snake shot and ran back out.
I slowly approached the flower pots where I had seen a tail disappear earlier and suddenly realized that I was seeing two rattles.
HOLY SHIT!!!!!! THERE WERE TWO OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was no way that I was going to reach down and move any of the 6 or 7 pots surrounding the pillar so I took aim between the pots and fired several shots. I knew that I had not obtained a head shot but knew that I had done enough body damage that they would die.
At this point I ran back into the house and began going over the dogs inch by inch to see if any of them had gotten bitten. I found no bites, swelling or anything else to indicate a snake bite so I called Scott to tell him that we had to figure out a way to close off the entrance to the mouse nest (those tunnels can go on for yards) and to ask if we had any more snake shot. During our discussion I told Scott that I was going to go out and cut off their head with the hula hoes (I really needed to make them suffer for endangering my babies). He suggested that I call our neighbor Buck for back-up. I was sure that I could handle the clean up myself so did not make that call but did go in search of the hula hoes which seemed to have grown legs and left the patio.
As I was looking for the hoes, Buck drove up and got out of his truck with gun in hand. I guess Scott had called him to make sure that if something went wrong I would have back up. I am not quite sure what a 76 year old man with heart trouble and almost blind and deaf was going to do.
I showed him where the snakes were and then, using the hoe drug them into the sun so he could see to shoot them again. He had, after all, brought a gun with the anticipation of getting to shoot something!
Buck went home, I put the snakes in a bucket so that Scott can see them when he gets home, and went back into the house to recheck the dogs………again and again and again and again.
This all transpired between 9:15 and 9:45. I finally quit shaking around noon. Adrenaline, it is amazing stuff.
In retrospect, it is a good thing that there were two of them. They were fighting or mating. They are very territorial and will try to kill any other snake that enters what they perceive as their home. They were so busy with each other that they did not have time to pay any attention to the hairless poodle that had become their shadow or the crazy barefoot lady trying to shoot them.