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Originally Posted by OrangeBlossomBaby
(Post 1951501)
The top one looks like a copperhead. They're venomous, but not aggressive and their venom is not deadly to humans (unless you're allergic, obviously). But because they -are- venomous, if you see it again, get in touch with the local wildlife folks and have them try and capture it. Do NOT try to capture it yourself.
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Nope, the top one is a rat snake, just like in my story about the one who lived near our chicken coop back in Texas. They come in red and brown, and back East they call the red ones Corn Snakes.
We had copperheads, too. One time I bent over the big philodendron off our back porch to pull a weed, and afterwards I noticed a little copperhead curled up in the middle of one of those big philodendron leaves. I didn't notice him until I stood up, but he'd been about 2" from my belly and didn't do a thing. But I can't have poisonous snakes around my grand-kids, so I shot him with my pellet gun, but I just managed to wing him and he got away.
A few weeks later, I was on hands and knees pulling weeds again in the flower garden. The foliage was thick, so I couldn't actually see what I was pulling down at the ground level. All of a sudden I felt a sharp sting, like a bee sting, and my hand felt all tingly. But I couldn't see a welt or anything, so I figured it was just a spider or something, and finished pulling weeds. By evening, my hand had swollen up twice the size and there was a big red ring around two little holes, right where I'd been "stung". I looked it up on the Google and discovered that's what a "dry" bite looks like. Apparently, they always have a little venom on their fangs, but venom is expensive to make, so they reserve it for killing mice and things, unless they're really threatened. He'd just given me a warning shot -- probably payback for putting a crook in his tail.
About a month later, I was headed out to lock up the chicken coop, and there he was, just curled up in the middle of the sidewalk to the barn, enjoying the warm sidewalk in the cool of the evening. I'd stepped right over him before I noticed him. I could tell it was the same snake from the crook in his tail from where I'd shot him. This time I fetched a hoe from the barn and finished him off. But I sure felt bad about it, after he'd cut me so much slack, three times, now.
All the neighbors reported copperheads that year. It was a big year for the "cicada's" that have been in the news lately up North. Apparently, they're a copperhead's favorite delicacy.