Baby Rattlesnake Born Again

I found the coffee can with the rattlesnake.  The good news for the snake...it was still alive.  The bad news for me...it was still alive AND they hadn't bothered to put a lid on the can.  I can't recall how many times I messed around in that area of the garage and walked by that can without knowing the snake was there, watching, thinking about getting out, dreaming of food because it was probably freaking starving. 

I quickly found a lid and closed up the can.  Then I started to feel sad for the baby snake.  What a horrible way to go, trapped in a cheap coffee can, hungry, suffocating, sliding around in your own pooh.  So, I put the can in my car, drove and drove and drove until I found a nice area, and I did the rattlesnake fling, launching it into a nice little wash with some vegetation and rattlesnake hiding crevices. 

Dear Rattlesnake Gods, please know that I spared one of your own.  If you could draft the memo to all other rattlesnakes in the county that they should stay out of my yard and my house and my pool, I would greatly appreciate it. 

Time to Sell the House

In case you haven't heard, I officially closed on the House with Character.  I was in the process of shuttling my meager belonging over there, checking on the new cat, tidying up the place, and whatnot.  Unfortunately, I am going to have to undo all of that work because I have to sell my new house. 

It seems that the former owners' son found a baby rattlesnake in the pool.  That's right folks.  A baby rattlesnake...the size of a worm, hard to detect, and full of venom.  I don't think I can ever swim in the pool, go in the yard, or close my eyes to sleep in the house. 

The true joy is that the son put the rattlesnake in a coffee can in the garage and forgot to throw it away when the final move happened.  I am hoping it is dead in the coffee can, but even so, its ghost is there to haunt me for the rest of my rattlesnake fearing days.