Living in a heavily wooded area in NC, we have our share of snakes. The only ones I have found around the house have been black rat snakes or garter snakes. Sunday evening was a different story, though. Our neighbors were coming over for dinner and to let the kids swim. However, we had just been drenched by several hours of thunderstorms and the backyard was pretty muddy. Those of you living in or around NC know all about the red clay that becomes red paint when it gets wet.
After telling the neighbors we would have to keep the party indoors with no swimming, I decided to walk out to the back gate and see if it really was too muddy for the kids to get to the pool. As I reached down to open the gate, I saw about the last 12 inches of a snake slither under the wooden ramp I was about to step onto to get into the backyard.
My first thought was, "How much of that snake did I NOT see?" Being the Super Dad that I am, I told the boys to come out and watch me kill a snake. I kinda had a feeling this one might be of the venomous variety and it was time for my boys to see the real crocodile/snake hunter in action-----NOT.
Since my wife chickened out on me and wouldn't help me pry up the ramp so I could flip it over to get to the snake, I had to wait for the neighbor to get there. This ramp is too heavy to pry up and flip over while at the same time trying to see exactly where the little serpent is to know that I'm not going to get my hands bitten. He pried it up, I flipped the ramp over and there lies a Copperhead just waiting for company.
While I pinned him down with a hard rake, my neighbor jammed the shovel into his little serpentine neck and thus ended the life of that bad snakey poo. Total length was just a couple inches over 3 feet.
My wife accused me of trying to be Steve Irwin, something I vehemently deny. This Super Dad wasn't about to reach down and play "grab the tail of the copperhead". However, I am now even more ever so
in the eyes of my boys. After getting over the initial heeby jeebies, I figured somebody had to step up to the plate, show no fear, and handle the situation. Super Dad to the rescue. Of course, my wife is having second thoughts about laying out in her beach chair by the kids pool. I don't get it. I killed the snake. What do you mean there might be more?
After telling the neighbors we would have to keep the party indoors with no swimming, I decided to walk out to the back gate and see if it really was too muddy for the kids to get to the pool. As I reached down to open the gate, I saw about the last 12 inches of a snake slither under the wooden ramp I was about to step onto to get into the backyard.

Since my wife chickened out on me and wouldn't help me pry up the ramp so I could flip it over to get to the snake, I had to wait for the neighbor to get there. This ramp is too heavy to pry up and flip over while at the same time trying to see exactly where the little serpent is to know that I'm not going to get my hands bitten. He pried it up, I flipped the ramp over and there lies a Copperhead just waiting for company.
While I pinned him down with a hard rake, my neighbor jammed the shovel into his little serpentine neck and thus ended the life of that bad snakey poo. Total length was just a couple inches over 3 feet.
My wife accused me of trying to be Steve Irwin, something I vehemently deny. This Super Dad wasn't about to reach down and play "grab the tail of the copperhead". However, I am now even more ever so


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