|This is my new headboard, which is|
much less disturbing than the snake(s).
Also I forgot to take a photo of the snakes
My house is so clean and clear of clutter that it echoes. I’m not certain I’ve ever experienced this before, but this is what comes of two teachers having time on their hands and a house that needs a lot of work. So far this summer we’ve pulled up the old carpet—or what was left of it—and replaced it with hardwood. Thanks to my bestest friends, we were able to get the job done in two days. We replaced the semi-operational vent fans (meaning they sounded like vent fans but didn’t actually do the job of vent fans) in both bathrooms, repainted most of the rooms and ceilings. We installed new blinds, washed windows, cleaned out junk drawers. We’ve never had a headboard, so we made one out of old French doors. I’m soooo happy with my house…or I was until we found the first baby snake in the basement.
I’m sorry to say that the baby snake—a harmless bull snake—had an unfortunate encounter with our cat prior to my discovering it. The snake, to quote Monty Python, is no more. However the discovery was disturbing because if a baby bull snake can get into the basement, so can a baby rattlesnake. After pointing this out to each other several times—just in case one of us didn’t understand the potential gravity of the situation--my husband and I decided to write the snake off as a fluke. I really preferred the fluke theory over my husband’s gloomy a-pregnant-snake-got-into-our-basement-and-laid-eggs theory, so I ran with it—right up until the second hatchling showed up today.
This snake was alive, but my cat was getting ready to change that. I put a teacup over the little guy, then transferred it into a jar. (We released it several miles away from the house when we went to get the mail.) My husband and I then had a serious discussion. We started by pointing out to each other that if a hatchling bull snake can get into the house, then so could a hatchling rattlesnake. After making certain that we were both clear on that point, we discussed the pros and cons of the situation.
Pro—it’s a bull snake and not a rattlesnake.
Con—it could easily have been a rattlesnake.
Pro—if a snake laid eggs in the basement, there are a finite number of snakes in the basement
Con—there are snakes in the basement.
We didn’t get much farther than that. Later in the afternoon, my husband found a hatchling in the garage, so now we are fairly certain that the snakes hatched in the garage and are finding their way down the steep basement steps and into the house through an incredibly small crack under the door. That crack will soon (again in the words of Monty Python) be no more and once again I will love my house—although it’ll be a while before I walk through the basement without keeping a very close eye on where I put my feet.