I really thought it would be bigger.
When the head of maintenance called me and asked me to come catch a snake under the milk crates behind the school cafeteria, I was expecting a biggun'.
When I arrived, two teenage boys were backed away from the stack of crates.
They weren't going any closer as they pointed, and said, " It was behind that stack right there."
So, I started moving crates, really expecting a big ol'grey ratsnake to be up in the crates. The only description they had given me to go on was, "It was grey."
I almost missed it as I scanned the concrete floor where the crates had been.
There, where the red brick wall meets the grey concrete floor, was a tiny hognose snake trying his best to disappear into a dead end crack in the wall.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. They were afraid of this little tot?
What is the world of teenage boys coming to?
You probably already know this and I am probably repeating myself, but hognose snakes are harmless, yet they have two clever defense methods.
A) Spread your neck skin and look all cobrabadassy. I find this curious since there are no cobras in the new world ... it's hardly mimicry, even though it seems to be at first thought. Nobody mimics things not in their environment. I chalk it up to simply looking bigger than you really are.
B) Rolling over, sticking out your tongue and playing dead. This guy never did that so maybe that instinct doesn't kick in until snake puberty or something.
Man, he was cute. (Right Dani? Beat ya' too it!)
Very distinct, rough scales on this wee thing.
Yes, he posed for some video modeling.
Your movie awaits.
Yes, I took him home and released him here at snake heaven.
All snakes go to heaven.