Since April, I’ve been tramping around the bush here looking for wildflowers. Not once have I worried about snakes…
Upon arriving back in Eneabba after my second trip to Canada, I’ve been welcomed by the warmer weather of spring.
Brian reminded me the other day that I need to be wearing jeans and boots out while traipsing around, for precaution against rogue snakes. Ok, they aren’t rogue, in fact they are just going about their business chasing mice n’ what not.
So I’ve become a little bit paranoid about the snakes.
This was never the case growing up in Canada. I was always touching them, and picking them up.
Well, aside from this one time…
Mom and dad used to take us kids up to spend time at this cottage during Victoria Day long weekend.
The building we stayed in was like a house! It had several bedrooms, kitchen, living area, dining space, and a back porch that was screened in. The place was a palace to my 12 year old eyes.
Well beside this palace of ours (for three days) there lay an old rotting dock (which was at one point in it’s life painted red). Some of the boards were rotted out.
Mom warned us, not to play on it.
So naturally the second she disappeared I asked Heather to come watch me run on it.
The thing would have probably been about 20 feet long.
Well I hopped up. Flashed Heather a quick smile and started to laugh and run across.
When I looked down in mid stride, time slowed to a halt.
I saw a small green head poking out between the empty spaces of the rotting boards. The skinny little head opened wide to reveal a set of fangs, which latched onto my ankle as quick as lightning.
I screamed and continued running the length of the dock.
I was dead.
Not only was this poisonous snake going to kill me….I’d suffer worse if mom found out I had PLAYED on that DOCK!
Heather and I were too terrified to tell mom (what’s worse than mom killing me?) nothing, so death by snake bite was my fate.
Heather stayed in my bed all night to be with me while I died. I said my goodbyes, “tell the family I love them if I don’t wake up ok?
“I love you”
“I love you too”
It’s a good thing it was a garter snake…and we were not living in death central Australia!
I obviously lived….and we never told mom.
ps: These are a few flowers found today (loads more are up on Redterrain’s FB page if you’re curious!), I convinced Mike to come to Eneabba and hunt for flowers…and we found so many! Then we had burgers! Yum!!