The Suitcase Lady


October 21, 2008, 9:56 pm

I have to confess that I’ve lost my snake. And what’s worse, I’ve lost it before I could determine if it was alive or dead.

Let me explain. Last Sunday we took a walk down our lovely Lake Shore Road. On the way home I found a small snake (7 inches long, as thick as a pencil) on the asphalt shoulder of the road. It was not squashed by a car, but it was not moving, either.
Unable to check a snake’s vital signs, I decided to get it out of harm’s way.
When we all arrived home, I put the inert little snake in a Tupperware bowl, sans lid, just in case it was still alive. I put the bowl on a table in the “suitcase” room downstairs.
Then I consulted my “Snakes of Wisconsin” book. Since our state only has 21 kinds of snakes, I quickly identified my little guy as a Northern Redbelly Snake. The book said, “This species is often seen on warm sunny days in September or October basking on back roads.”
Yesterday, when I came home from work, I went downstairs to check on the “dead” snake. The bowl was empty. The cats aren’t talking, and the snake (alive or dead) is nowhere to be seen.

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1 Comment for this entry

  • PS (PSanafter-thought)

    Maybe that will be the end of mice problems, if you have any. If you find the guy, you could loan him to my family’s home in the town just barely to the south of your home. Mice galore.