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Playing With A Snake
I lived to stay in trouble. At the age of seven, eight, or nine I spent a lot of time in the woods.
I especially loved to fool around near a large canal. I was always looking for live creatures. I played with frogs, tad poles, minnows, small fish, turtles, cray fish, and snakes.
My brother liked books. He had his own library in his bedroom. In his teens he had tons of books. Books were everywhere. He had a good mind. He was very literate at a young age. Adults much older than him were not as masterful with the English language like him. He learned a foreign language when he was young. He could speak French well. He studied it in a university.
My brother built his own book cases. Sometimes I would glance through books that were written by Plato, or Aristotle, or by Edgar Allen Poe. I enjoyed reading Poe. I was fascinated by his dreary poems. However I never read a book from start . I read a lot of stuff, but I could not stay still long enough to have the patience to continue. I also read Alice in Wonderland.
I was fascinated by the book. I did not stop reading it until I finished it in one sitting.
I glanced through a lot of study books. I liked books about reptiles, snakes, Dinosaurs, and all kinds of stuff. I was always flipping through the pages of the World Book Encyclopedias.
I liked reading about snakes, especially those of which were seriously deadly like the Coral snake or a lot about sea snakes.
During my hunting expeditions with my BB gun I often searched for the Diamond back rattlesnakes. I looked under every rotten dead tree and never saw one. I looked for Timber rattlers and never saw one.
Living in Louisiana in the south, you can find the deadly Water moccasins or the Copperheads.
Our mother was always getting on my case, chewing me out. "Stay away from birds, and snakes. Do not shoot birds, and do not catch snakes."
Those were my two instructions in my childhood." Leave innocent birds alone, and do not mess with snakes."
I stopped shooting at birds with my Daisy crank BB gun when I killed a bird that had a mate. The mate tried to attack me. I of course deserved a good pecking for what I did. I never shot another bird in my life after that. To this day, more than fifty years later, I am still sad over that incident.
On the canal bank one day there was a lady fishing. She had a home made stick pole with a fancy red and white plastic floating bobbing cork on her line. She was fishing for trout. There were trout in the water.
I asked her if she wanted me to try to shoot her some fish. I tried and failed. My BB's would not reach the fish under the water.
I noticed a snake. It was a Copperhead. It was a small little rolled up bundled of death. I had to pick him up, and I did. I used a special kind of stick with a forked end to it.
The lady yelled, " You better put that bad snake down before it kills you."
It was a Copperhead. He was small and bad so I grabbed him by the tail and showed him to the lady.
The snake kept snapping at my pants. I told the lady that he was trying to stick his fangs in me.
The lady said, "You wait until I find your mama. Somebody will whoop your sorry little behind for not listening."
I played with the snake even more just to show the lady that I could do as I pleased. And when I got tired of my snake I released him back into the canal.
"Why didn't you kill that snake," she said. I told her that it did not kill me. She told me I was lucky.
The truth is, never fool with snakes anyway, no matter how much you think you know about them because even experts get bitten by deadly ones, and sometimes they die. Sometimes it is not easy to tell the difference between poisonous ones from the non posoinous ones.
I was a little kid. I thought about creating a snake farm, and charging admission to curiosity seekers, but then mom ,and dad told me that would not be a good idea.