When One Has Lived A Long Time Alone by Galway Kinnell

That is good. Thank you.

Posted by Mushroom at January 29, 2016 7:48 AM

I like snakes.

Posted by Snakepit Kansas at January 30, 2016 7:12 AM

Notice is hereby posted to all insects, arachnids and slithering reptilia:

The INSIDE of my house is off limits.
Enter at your own risk.
You have all the rest of the world to live in.
My few little square feet are reserved for me and mine.
Please observe, and I promise to treat you fairly in the rest of the world.

To the two baby snakes who got caught inside on the glue trap in the basement:
I freed you to go and stay outside. Do not repeat your mistake or do so at your own peril.

To the lizard that was meandering around the living room:
I don't know where you ended up, and I assume you successfully found your way back home. I was just trying to help you out, and had no menace in my heart.

To all arachnids and scorpions found in the basement:
I will make attempts to squish you. I do not wish to be bitten and have my flesh die, nor to be bitten and feel the pain. Please leave and find a new home. Thank you.

To all flies:
You are not welcome, no matter how long I live. You carry too much disease, and cause too much hardship in the world. Stay away or be swatted.

I once was unable to avoid running over a snake while mowing. He/she emerged relatively unscathed after I passed over. However. He/she was unable to slither in a straight line, and kept going around in circles to the left, CCW as viewed from above. I make the assumption that said snake's head was contacted somewhat by the blade, knocked around a bit, leaving one half of the brain a bit 'buzzed' and unable to instruct one-side of the slithering bits, resulting in circular travel. I continued to mow, and monitored the area for a while after. The snake finally was able to travel straight-line, went off and was never(maybe) seen again. However, there is one snake that I have observed regularly for a while, who raises its head, stares at me, watching as I mow, and then takes off. Maybe one of the two babies? Or the one whacked by the mower blade? I dunno, but life goes on...

Posted by tomw at January 30, 2016 10:16 AM