There is no doubt I was meant to be the mother of boys. This was never so apparent as when my youngest son Luke came running in, tears streaming down his face, pleading with me to help him save a snake. Through broken sobs Luke explained that a black snake had found it’s way into one of my husbands fishing nets at our barn and had gotten trapped. Luke had “tried” to free it, but the more the snake tried to wriggle free, the more it got stuck.
Not one to shy away from these things, luckily for this snake, off I went to investigate. Sure enough I found a rather large black snake stuck in a fine mesh fishing net. As I picked up the net, the snake fell limp. Luke cried harder wailing ” I killed it!” Upon further inspection it looked as if the snake was taking a few agonal breaths. There was still a chance to save him! Instructing Luke to go to the house to get a pair of scissors I quickly hashed out a plan.
The net was indeed imbedded into the skin of the snake making it near impossible to cut, so I started off slowly. I meticulously cut each strand, freeing each layer piece by piece. The snake continued to lay limp in the net and more than once I considered our rescue mission too late. Twenty minutes into my procedure, a flip of his tail encouraged me to keep going. Soon I had the lower half of his body free and I could see that there was indeed life to our slithery friend.
Thirty minutes into my operation, I was able to free his head enough for him to flip over from his “dead position” to one of looking right at me. Throughout our time together, I had continued to tell him to “hang on” that I was going to save him. He now looked at me with so much gratitude. Never indicating fear or distrust, but only one of understanding as he continued to watch as I went about freeing the middle part of his body.
FINALLY, he was free! His body bore scars from where the net was deeply imbedded, but he otherwise looked fine. After I pulled him free I allowed him to slither to the wall in the barn to recover. Luke and I sat admiring at how beautiful he was and we were both filled with so much gratitude for being able to save him. He then allowed us to pick him up and just hold him. He never offered to strike or to get away, but instead responded to our touch as if he was our pet. We then allowed him to slide back into his habitat sans the net.
A day later I found my snake friend waiting for me outside our pool deck. The scars easily recognizable on his back. He had come back to show me he was just fine and to thank me one last time.