We Don’t Do Snakes, But Here We Are Again

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Listen, I have made no secret about how I feel about snakes. In short, the tamest ones freak me out and the scariest ones can actually kill me. And you kind of have to get way too close for comfort (read, within a 100-foot radius) to find out which kind (bitey die or bitey no die) of a snake it is, so nope.

Fine, fine, they eat bugs and vermin that would overtake the world without snakes. Fine. They’re more scared of us than we are of them. I can quibble with that personally, but fine.

But I have to tell you that in preparation for this story, I had to compile an entire folder of snake stories for this Wednesday WTF. For someone like me, that’s like collecting boogeymen and shoving them under your bed for further review.

So maybe you expected some patriotically themed column this week, but I need to get this out of my life so I can quit having dreams about snakes that even Freud would say were definitely about terrifying snakes and not about what Freud liked to say snake dreams were about.

So, in no particular order because reasons, I give you Snake Stories That Have Freaked Me Out in the Last 30 Days.

Man Kills Snake, Snake Bites Him Anyway

Seriously, did you know that rattlesnakes can still bite you when they’re dead? A Corpus Christi man became an object lesson this summer when he came across a rattler while gardening, and cut its head off. Then he picked up the head (which I would not have done because that’s what fire is for), and the head bit him in the hand.

Anyway, while I was reading this article about it I also learned how many kinds of deadly snakes live in Texas and all the ways they can kill you so.

Also, I learned not to pick up the severed heads of snakes.

There’s a Nope Noodle in Their Pool Noodle


That’s how these things work.

Anyway, this family in Arizona went to grab their pool noodles to go swimming and out popped a rattlesnake so goodbye swimming forever.

Man Bites … Sigh, I Can’t Even

Here. I’m done. I can’t. Just no.

Anyway, happy Independence Day. Watch out for the pool noodles.

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Bethany Erickson

Bethany Erickson lives in a 1961 Fox and Jacobs home with her husband, a second-grader, and Conrad Bain the dog. If she won the lottery, she'd by an E. Faye Jones home. She's taken home a few awards for her writing, including a Gold award for Best Series at the 2018 National Association of Real Estate Editors journalism awards, a 2018 Hugh Aynesworth Award for Editorial Opinion from the Dallas Press Club, and a 2019 award from NAREE for a piece linking Medicaid expansion with housing insecurity. She is a member of the Online News Association, the Education Writers Association, the International Academy of Digital Arts and Sciences, and the Society of Professional Journalists. She doesn't like lima beans or the word moist.

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  1. mmCandy Evans says

    I tossed our pool noodles after reading that, the ones with the holes in them. Ran to Costco to get the solid kind. Thankfully missed the armed robbery there. Snakes in Noodles vs. Robbers: our world is full of dangers.

  2. Cody Farris says

    True story: I had a listing in Lake Dallas and was reading some showing feedback from a buyer’s agent. It said something like, “Things were going well enough until we saw a snake slithering toward us down the hallway.” I had to call the agent to ask if she was even at the right property. Sure enough, she described the house to a T, so I knew she was at the right place. (By the way, the house was vacant.) So I called animal control, and sure enough, there was about a 4-foot snake inside the house that they captured and took away in a burlap bag or something (I don’t recall what type of snake it was). It appears the unwanted visitor came in through the dryer vent. So let that be a lesson: cover your dryer vents! Real estate is NOT what you see on HGTV.

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