I blogged a little while ago about the changes our pugs have encountered since we moved to Florida. The climate and wildlife have been a huge change for me. One of the delightful things I mentioned was the snake I saw in our yard.
Well, make that three sightings. I saw another one yesterday morning, but luckily it was just a tiny garter snake. In fact, I think he’s my new buddy, since he slowly moved out of the way so Sophie wouldn’t step on him. And he was kind of cute. KIND OF.
But what I neglected to share with you all was the encounter that took approximately five years off my life, a few weeks ago.
I get up every morning somewhere around 7:30 or 7:45 am. I take the pugs out, turn on the coffee maker, and immediately start working. No shower. Still in PJ’s. It’s painfully easy and why you don’t see pictures of my weekday face, well, ever.
This particular morning, it was about a quarter til and I was watching the pugs do their business in our backyard. It’s zone defense with three pugs and one KJ. They all went in their own directions. I turned to look at Dixie – our VERY SPECIAL little girl – and she was walking to the corner of the yard.
Walking toward… something in the grass.
Or, more accurately, a huge black snake.
I tried to yell at her to get away. “Dixie. Dixie! DIIIXXXXXXXXIEEEEEEEEEE!” That last “Dixie” reaching a decible that I did not know my body was capable of.
Oh and did I mention I was about 4 feet from our neighbor’s bedroom? I’m sure they love us.
Dixie definitely touched the snake. It raced away faster than I knew a snake could move (as in, it could lap me when I do C25K around the neighborhood. And probably will.)
Dixie ran up to me with a smile on her face like, why wouldn’t I be proud of her making a new friend, right?
(Photoshop courtesy of my awesome Twinner. Snake to Bugg size ratio may be slightly exaggerated.)
I basically felt those five years exit my body and dragged the pugs immediately inside. Google told me it was probably a black racer, a long, black, (thankfully) non-venomous snake.
Luckily a friend let me know that they will charge at humans when provoked. So I just want to let you all know, if you don’t see any facebook posts, tweets, or instagrams for a while… I probably had a black racer charge at me in the yard one morning and never recovered. That is a “goodbye forever” situation requiring institutionalization. In related news, if anyone knows Billy the Exterminator in real life, I’d love to have him come live in our guest room and protect us… so set that up if possible, thanks!