The snake catchers

Posted on October 15, 2018

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“Look what’s come to watch a movie with us?” Mr Flipflop smiled as I entered his apartment with my dinner packed into a plastic Tupperware box.

Putting my food on the living room coffee table I peered closely at the patio door. Laura Croft was sat, with her knees gathered into her chest, gazing adoringly at the creature. It was motionless.

A juvenile snake was curled with his head poking outward towards us and his body reaching upwards towards the ceiling and his tail wrapped around the corner of the wall and door.

“Don’t get too close, he’s already tried to bite her,” Mr Flipflop nodded in her direction.

Hmmm I thought. Feisty one. The young ones usually are.

“So how do you propose we ask him to leave?” I threw the question into the room.

Silence.

“Well do we know if he’s venomous?”

Again silence.

“He looks like a python, given his patterning,” I suggested. But after a quick google search I educated myself that pythons are only found in Africa and Asia. We only learnt the next day that he was most likely a boa – northern common – as we are in Latin America. Hence his constricted body.

“How about we catch him like I catch spiders back home? With a glass!” My friends looked at my blankly. “I need a large vase, with a really wide diameter in case he tries to bit around it, and preferably a long one.”

“I don’t have one,” came the reply from Mr Flipflop.

I scanned the kitchen. No pots were suitable, neither were glasses.

“I know, I know!” I exclaimed excitedly. We’ll use the blender. I grabbed it from it’s stand checking the blades inside were not large.

“Don’t harm the snake,” came the cry from Laura Croft.

“Trust me, we wont. It’s just to get him inside…..But once he’s inside what do we put on the top?” I asked. The blender cover had an opening and wasn’t a safe way to secure our little friend without a possible bite.

“Here,” Mr Flipflop said reaching for a plastic, green chopping board lying on the kitchen counter.

“You had better be fast at smacking that lid on,” I urged.

He nodded earnestly.

I approached cautiously. The snake lifted its head. Would it strike? I waited. With a slow deliberate turn he turned his head out of the door away from the blender sensing we were trying to box him in.

“Thank god,” I thought.

We watched as his slender diamond patterned body uncurled and stretched itself out. I touched his skin with the edge of the blender to encourage him further out. His tail gave us a quick flick and he vanished into the night.

Job done!

“So what did you do last night?” I joked with my friends. “Tried catching a snake with a blender and a plastic chopping board.”

Brilliant. A skill I’d never need in London, I mused.

Next, movie time: Jaws!

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