Therefore, it was quite surprising when we heard the screams, and saw the group of kids leap from the ground and scurry about ten feet away from where they'd been sitting in the grass. "Problem?" a teacher asked.
And indeed there was. A snake had slithered over, probably hoping to help with homework, but had been soundly rebuffed. He was beautiful, and very calm, although none of these qualities seemed to endear him to the kids. "Are you gonna kill it?" "Um, no, but I think I'll take it home so no one else decides to do just that."
The agreeable snake stayed in one spot while I dashed into the building and got a big cardboard box from the storage room. Then we tackled the problem of how to get him into the box. "We could pick him up..." No one was volunteering. Almost as a joke, I asked "What if we just put the box on the ground and nudged him. Think he'd just crawl in?" I got a solid round of "Yeah, right" looks, but when I put the box down and nudged the snake with my foot, he slithered right inside. All of the yeah-righters were wide-eyed with awe. I was pretty amazed: how often does wildlife do what you want?
|No fighting, no hissing. What a good snake!|
|The box was rather shorter than its meter-long occupant.|
|Shy snake doesn't want to come out after relocation.|
The snake came home with me, and was released into the backyard on the edge of the woods. He was reluctant to leave the box but he did finally slide out into the grass, then into the leafy floor of the woods, where he vanished.