I Shot a Snake Today
My Mom woke me up about 8:45 this morning to tell me that my sister had a snake next to her patio and she wanted me to bring my pistol over so she could shoot it. (I asked my Mom why my sister didn't just call animal control. I'm sure you're wondering the same thing. She said her husband didn't want her to. Whatever.) I was pretty angry, not so much at being woke up, because I had plenty of sleep, but because I wanted to take a bath and get woke up. I spoke to my sister, we argued and I relented. I had already started drawing some bath water, so I just rinsed off with it a little, got dressed, got the pistol and its magazine containing seven bullets, and went over. My Mom went with me.
It was a water moccasin and it was coiled around one of my sister's tomato plants. She had almost picked a tomato, which was right next to the thing's head, when she saw it. God was looking after her, because if that thing would have bit her, she could have died -- they are very poisonous. It had been so long since I shot -- the closest shooting range closed down several years ago -- I asked if I could shoot it. Besides, I really hate snakes.
The snake was probably less than ten feet from my sister's back door. I positioned myself by the doorway so I could bolt if the snake came after me. My sister was positioned to bolt into the yard. My Mom was watching from the doorway. I could see part of its body coiled around where the tomato bush was, but I could not see its head.
I crouched down and took the first shot at the part of the snake I could see. He writhed around a bit and then was still. I found out why they make you wear those ear protectors at the range. The best way I can describe what a gun going off does to your hearing is that it's very much like when you've been at a loud rock concert for a couple of hours.
I shot him two or three more times. Each time he would writhe around and then be still. The gun got jammed at one point, since it needs cleaning. My sister told me to aim for his head. She said it was right next to some tomatoes, one of which was ripe. I aimed for the tomatoes and down a bit and shot. He sort of jolted and was still again. We thought he might be dead. I had two more bullets and we decided to shoot him a couple more times to make sure he was dead. I could only shoot him one more time because the last bullet kept jamming. He didn't writhe after I shot him that last time, so we figured he was dead.
My sister got a broom handle and carefully lifted the tomato bush and the net around it and then lifted out the snake's body. He wasn't dead, but he was in bad shape. I felt bad about this, because I wished I could have killed him quicker and more mercifully. My sister said that it looked like I hit him at least four times, including his head area (around where his neck is -- if you could say that snakes have necks). The tip of his head (his fangs, perhaps) was caught up in the net my sister had around the tomato bush. I would say the snake was between three and four feet long. My sister took an axe and finished him off by chopping off his head. (I couldn't watch this.)
After this little adventure was over, we were all dripping with sweat -- I was glad I hadn't had my bath yet, because I would have needed another one anyway. I was glad to be able to shoot again, because it had been so long. And because I've been so stressed lately about a variety of things, I felt a sense of release after shooting. (That's one reason I used to love to go to the range -- it's a great way to work off stress.) And I have to say I did pretty good considering I hadn't shot in years and I hadn't even had any caffeine yet.
Posted by Susan B. at 9:20 PM to Stuff & Things
So you shoot him four times when you can't see him, causing tremendous suffering, but then eeeeewwww, don't want to see him get his head chopped off. A sadist with a weak stomach -- not exactly a winning combination.
Reminds me of the Iraq "flypaper" strategy, though ....