Last night while watching television I noticed our male cat (Phrayed-Tee cat) playing with something on the carpet a few feet away from me. I had just settled on the sofa, and looked towards the television. The cat was in my line of vision between the television and the sofa. I noticed he was batting at something on the floor. I have grown accustomed to him dragging voles into the house from outside through the doggie door, and my first thought was “Oh, great, he dragged in another vole.” I wanted to take the vole away from him before he ended up killing it and hiding it behind the sofa, or some other little nook in the house where the smell of decomp would eventually bring the little critter to my attention.
So I got up from the sofa to get a better look at what the cat was playing with, to be able to better prepare myself for the mission of taking away a vole. Much to my chagrin, I discovered that the cat was playing with a full grown (twenty-four inch) queen snake!
Well, I’m not the type of person to scream and run away from snakes – in fact when I was in elementary school I found a green snake out in the back yard, picked it up and put it in a box and took it to school for show and tell! (My teacher was NOT happy about that at all!)
When I was a child, my older brothers had several large black snakes they kept in aquariums in their bedrooms. I used to pick up and handle them, so I knew that black snakes are harmless. This snake that had suddenly appeared in my living room, however, I wasn’t sure if it was harmless or not – I just knew it was brown. I KNOW that some brown snakes are harmless, but in this area of the state, not all brown snakes are harmless! And I hadn’t seen it’s head to be able to see if it had that triangle shape yet. To top it all off, the snake was still alive – it was moving!
Obviously I wanted to get that snake out of my house as quickly as possible, but I didn’t want to just reach down and grab it. So, what to do? Yell for other members of the house to come into the room to help me catch it! I hollered for my husband to come out to the living room as fast as he could. Poor guy was asleep, and was not wanting to come out of the bedroom. But I kept hollering at him to come immediately, I needed his help! My son heard the ruckus and came to check it out. When they got to the living room doorway and I told them that the cat was playing with a snake, they couldn’t see the snake and it took them a few minutes to see it. There was a cat toy in their line of vision, so they had to move it out of the way.
Once they saw that there really was a snake, they declared that it was dead, but I knew better. They stood there, looking at the snake, talking about what to do about the situation. I left the room and found a rectangular trash can, took out the plastic bag from the trash can and then went up to the snake and inverted the trash can over the snake. My husband and son looked at me and said “what did you do THAT for?” I replied “so the snake won’t get away!”Then I went into the kitchen and grabbed a flat cookie sheet – one with no edges on it, one that was larger than the opening of the trash can. I handed it to my husband and suggested that he slide it under the trash can and then flip the trash can right-side up to trap the snake. He did so, and once the trash can was right-side up he removed the cookie sheet to look inside. I’m not sure that I would have done that, but that is what he did. He looked inside and declared that the snake was dead.
I told him I was pretty sure that the snake was very much alive and looked inside the trash can for myself. The snake was moving around in the bottom of the trash can, looking for a way out. Yeah, he was very much alive alright! I asked my husband to escort the snake outside and release him back out into the yard somewhere. He took the can outside, and brought it back a few moments later.
I washed the cookie sheet with hot soapy water, but I suspect that every time I bake cookies in the future I’ll be thinking about that snake. And I am wondering what will be the NEXT critter to be dragged into the house through that doggie door!
Posted in Life, Pets and tagged cat, doggie door, snake, television by Linda Bradshaw with .
For most of my life blue has been one of my favorite colors. I also like pink and purple a lot, but generally speaking when given a choice between primary colors, I gravitate towards blue. So when I went shopping at Wal-Mart a couple of days ago I was very attracted to some bright cobalt blue orchids that were on display in the Garden department.
Normally I do not enter Wal-Mart through the Garden department entrance, but that day my husband had parked the car in front of that entrance. I don’t know why, but he did. At first I was going to stay in the car and wait for him, as I was tired, but then I realized that we needed some bananas and some bread, and milk, so I decided to go ahead and get out of the car and go inside and buy them.
So I walked into the store with my husband, and parted ways after we stopped to admire the blue orchids. I simply fell in love with them. I have not owned any orchids for about the past thirty years, and I missed having an orchid plant. I had not purchased any for a variety of reasons. Frugality was a primary one, but also a reluctance to buy another plant that would require watering and tending. I have not been very good about taking the proper care of my plants for a long while now. I have several plants, but they are surviving in spite of me, not because of me!
Well, the blue color simply demanded that I purchase the plant. It was twenty dollars, and I was reluctant to spend the money, but I was “in a mood” and splurged on the plant after all.
When I got home and was reading the tag that came with the plant I discovered that the blue color was a result of a color-infusion process, and although the orchid will re-bloom in the future (assuming I don’t kill it) when it DOES re-bloom it will not be blue – it will likely be white.
That was a disappointment, but the plant is still holding the blossoms quite well and is very pretty. I only have to water it once a week, which is good. So far the pets have left it alone, which was a very pleasant surprise! I wonder how long it will last.
Posted in Family and Friends, Home and Garden, Life, Pets, Shopping and tagged cats, flowers, shopping by Linda Bradshaw with .
When I hear of people abusing animals, I get angry. When I hear of people abusing service animals, I can’t even come up with the verbiage to express how outraged I feel. Employees that work at an airport should not be so afraid of dogs that they would kick a service dog. If a dog is lunging at you, by all means, defend yourself if you need to, but turning around and seeing a service dog that is standing quietly by the owner, being “startled” is no excuse.
And when a disabled veteran asks you for help, why on earth would you insult the person? I don’t know if this video is based on truth, but the man recounting his experience at Dulles appears to be sincere. I hope that something good comes of this.
Posted in Legal, Life, Opinion, Pets and tagged airport, disabled veteran, service animals by Linda Bradshaw with .