It's not just the animals you see on runs that bother me, it's also the ones that find their way into our garage and yard (and sometimes the house). For example, we have a ton of these that live in our garage:
|I only scream when they run over my foot|
The problem I have with skinks is the same as I have with mice: they surprise you when they scurry out of nowhere and they are vaguely creepy. Unlike mice, skinks actually have a purpose because they eat bugs so I don't put out traps for them or try to get rid of them at all. Well, I don't try, but some of them have death wishes:
|They are blue on the inside, how gross is that??|
The guilt of realizing I killed that skink is what led me to ask my husband to not kill this when we found it in our garage:
|I told you that living in southern MD is awesome|
My husband came home from work on Friday and said "Uh, we have a snake in the garage." and I immediately said "Kill it!". He replied "Well, that should be easy since I think it's a baby one" and my pregnancy addled brain made me say "A baby?? Don't kill it! Let's move it and sing 'Born Free' as it slithers off to freedom!"
It turns out that moving a snake isn't nearly as easy as Steve Irwin lead me to believe. Instead of scooping the snake up in a shovel (it seemed like a good idea at the time), we just ended up making it crawl beneath the tool cabinet. By "we" I mean, I was watching my husband try to move the snake and offering helpful comments like "He's getting away. Have you noticed that he's getting away?".
We hoped that the snake would have just moved along, but it was back again tonight. My husband was out picking up dinner and he saw the snake before he left, and when he got back he tried to use mob tactics to convince the snake to vacate. I wasn't there to stop him, so he tried to kill it with the shovel but missed his mark and probably just pissed it off a lot. At least he pissed it off in the direction of out of the garage, but I'm guessing it can get back inside if it wants. Also, now the snake has beef with us so that's not an improvement on the situation.
|This is what happens when snakes have a beef with you|
I'm hoping that the snake decides to move out (but I'm also concerned about whatever he was eating taking over instead), because I don't think my husband will miss again. I'm lobbying for letting him live in there and naming him something fun like "Howie" but for some reason my husband is more pro-kill than me. He's blaming the hormones.
As a side note, it's a Black Rat snake and not venomous at all (we do have venomous snakes around here) and they eat icky stuff that I don't like anyway...like those damn skinks. Besides, the snake is always on my husband's side of the garage so it's easy for me to be the brave one. I have an irrational fear that if we kill it that Momma Snake or one of its friends is going to come find us, but snakes don't have friends, right?
How would you handle a snake taking up residence in your garage?