Digging through my posts, it was back in 2006 that we found a snake in our garage.
(original post: https://azuki.wordpress.com/2006/10/03/4/ )
My mom had gone all concerned when I told her over the phone about the snake.
“It’s too dangerous!! You need to kill it!”
Honestly, I don’t see ourselves turning over the whole place looking for a snake. I am sure it would have slithered out of our way long before we could find it.
Then a few days ago, I went outside the house to put the garbage out. On my way back I saw… a snake! A whole length of snake lying there right by our entrance. My heart skipped a beat. Then I looked closer as the snake didn’t moved. And this is what I found:
As you can tell (if you dare to look closely) the head is smashed flat.
It appears that our garage door had hit it on its way down. When I somberly broke the news to my husband, we agreed that it was a most unusal way for the snake to die. For one thing, our garage door is slow. My hubby can hit the button at the far end of the garage, then *walk* to the door side, bend slightly and walk out of the garage. And I can assure that he doesn’t do stunt as a part time job. No Hollywood style rolling under the narrowing gap as the door thunders down. We would certainly expect that a little snake would easily make it to safety.
My mom, the disagreeing type, insists that our car had rolled over the snake, though I would say, looking at exhibit A, the evidence doesn’t support the theory. She did suggest though, that as murderers, we should say some prayers and go on a fast.