Argh
I found an itty bitty copperhead in the stable this evening and tried to manuever it into a bucket--figured I could dump it off somewhere deep in the woods. But it slithered into the hay before I could catch it. Now it's just waiting for me out there, and the next time I see it, it'll probably be attached to one of my fingers.
Damn it.
I'm thinking I should have just killed it. My dog was bitten last summer. Her leg swelled up to about four times its normal size. If something like that happens because I didn't have the heart to chop up a snake, I'm going to feel terrible. Sigh.
I found an itty bitty copperhead in the stable this evening and tried to manuever it into a bucket--figured I could dump it off somewhere deep in the woods. But it slithered into the hay before I could catch it. Now it's just waiting for me out there, and the next time I see it, it'll probably be attached to one of my fingers.
Damn it.
I'm thinking I should have just killed it. My dog was bitten last summer. Her leg swelled up to about four times its normal size. If something like that happens because I didn't have the heart to chop up a snake, I'm going to feel terrible. Sigh.