But I hadn't considered Morley. I tried to explain to him that I wasn't sure what kind of snake it was and that I couldn't risk it hurting someone, but I could see that it didn't matter to him. He didn't care if it was venomous; all he cared about was that it was captured, and it was suffering. I finally caved when he was sitting at the kitchen table in tears, and I agreed to release the snake into a corner of the yard that the kids are forbidden to go near.
Remind me to never let him know if I find a tarantula.
I love Morley's tender heart!! But totally understand your concerns. But why didn't you release it across the street by that cyclone fence area instead of in your own yard? All I ever saw over there was a heavily treed empty lot and some cats.
ReplyDeleteOh, and about that tarantula? Yeah, when we were young Aunt Cyndi became hysterical about a tarantula on a rock in the middle of a creek in Sonora county. She wanted Banka to save it and bring it home! Thank God he didn't. And since that time I have learned that they CAN swim! So no threat to its life. *shivers* I hate spiders.
ReplyDeleteThere have been trucks coming and going from that lot, so I didn't feel comfortable dumping it there. From the looks of it, it was just a common ground snake. Fingers crossed. I also noticed that one of the neighborhood tom cats was sniffing around where I dropped it - the snake may not be long for this world.
ReplyDeletePerfect. Now I know that when I am trying to run away from a tarantula that water will not save me.