"The size of Smooch's bark has nothing to do with the size of the snake" -- while the size of the snake is inversely proportional to the size of the operation necessary to apprehend it... :) I must say, I was definitely more relaxed "accompanying" you on this particular snake hunt than on the last rattler capture! Another fun adventure 7 miles south of nowhere, thank you! Bonus (in my mind): learning that you, too, are aware of the fact that the words What the hell, honey, and crap, go perfectly together in one and the same sentence = I greatly enjoyed your negotiations with Teeny Snake! ;)
Nice job! For the little guys you can just pop a plastic container on top of them, then slide a ridged piece of something under it, voila! That's how we handle big bugs and lizards that end up where they shouldn't be.
Not gonna lie, I would have just picked up that chair and banged it over the bin until the little guy fell in. But that's me. However your way was much more entertaining.
The girls would have made mincemeat out of that little guy. :D I thought of you last night as I relocated a baby grey rat snake that was hunting frogsin the dark - on my door latch!
You called it honey? It was teeny and cute, but not that cute.
ReplyDeleteOh thank goodness for Smooch! She is the most incredible snake detector in the world.
ReplyDeleteAnd the snake wrangler does it again! Good job, Smooch and Linda!
ReplyDeleteSmooch is the best! Glad it wasn't a rattler and do hope it was the last snake of the season.
ReplyDeleteLove it that Smooch gets quiet as soon as you rope the little thing. What a good dog. Aunt Jean
ReplyDeleteYes, I had that same thought. Smooch is terrific.
Deletescreeaaming at the screen here! don't touch it!! Having chills and goosebumps even writing this. But you're my idol in every way.
ReplyDeleteI would've just shooed him into the bucket but this was more fun to watch.
ReplyDelete"The size of Smooch's bark has nothing to do with the size of the snake" -- while the size of the snake is inversely proportional to the size of the operation necessary to apprehend it... :) I must say, I was definitely more relaxed "accompanying" you on this particular snake hunt than on the last rattler capture! Another fun adventure 7 miles south of nowhere, thank you! Bonus (in my mind): learning that you, too, are aware of the fact that the words What the hell, honey, and crap, go perfectly together in one and the same sentence = I greatly enjoyed your negotiations with Teeny Snake! ;)
ReplyDeleteBetcha Smooch would have caught him faster!
ReplyDeleteThose are the kind of snakes I am not afraid of...the ones you cannot die from. Smooch is such a sweetie.
ReplyDeleteNice job! For the little guys you can just pop a plastic container on top of them, then slide a ridged piece of something under it, voila! That's how we handle big bugs and lizards that end up where they shouldn't be.
ReplyDeleteYou are so brave!
ReplyDeleteNot gonna lie, I would have just picked up that chair and banged it over the bin until the little guy fell in. But that's me. However your way was much more entertaining.
ReplyDeleteYep, I would've done the same thing! =)
DeleteGood old Smooch, protecting the old homestead. Cute little snake, though. Glad he didn't get in with the chickens!
ReplyDeletearghhh you touched it! this teeny one makes me think that mama must not be far with more sisters and bros... he can't have travelled miles alone
ReplyDeleteThe girls would have made mincemeat out of that little guy. :D
ReplyDeleteI thought of you last night as I relocated a baby grey rat snake that was hunting frogsin the dark - on my door latch!