So when your neighbor rings your doorbell at noon on a Sunday afternoon, what are they looking for?
-- a cup of sugar?
-- someone to keep an eye on their house while they go on a weekend trip?
-- borrow some gas for the lawnmower?
'Round here, it's "hi, sorry about my attire (a blue mumu), but could you come catch the snake in my yard?"
Now, a reasonable woman would say, "um, no, but thanks for letting me know, I'll bring the dogs in."
Since there are no reasonable women here, I just spent the last 20 minutes or so with a couple of recycle bins cornering a snake behind her air conditioning unit, and eventually, shoo-ing him into a bin.
Once in the bin, with the lid securely on, I walked him around the corner and down the street to the woods at the end of my neighborhood. He slithered quickly and (I imagined) happily off into the woods once I pulled the lid off the recycle bin.
The good news is that catching him enabled me to get a good look at him - and he wasn't a copperhead. Those things scare me, not so much for me, but for my dogs, who love nothing more than to chase a slithery critter... and the veterinary expenses for treatment of a snakebite are wicked-high.
So at least I can let that worry go. However, it does occur to me that I should maybe have checked to see if he was of the venomous variety BEFORE chasing him around my neighbors yard.
Next time your neighbor stops by, and all they want is a garden-variety favor. Say Thank you.
