We went blackberry picking again yesterday evening after Mountain Man got off work and the heat subsided a little. And I do mean just a little. It was still hot this morning when we got up at 6 am! But anyway, we picked almost a gallon of big, ripe, juicy blackberries and we’ll be making jam this weekend for sure!
However, on our way back to the cabin with our baskets full of little, fat, juicy, black beauties, we ran across this little, skinny, black beauty lying in the middle of the road, soaking up what was left of the days heat from the rocks. Funnily enough, I wasn’t stricken with the old familiar gut wrenching fear that usually overwhelms me suddenly when I see one of these slithering little darlings. I was actually a little excited to happen upon him during our little excursion.
Mountain Man has been absolutely wonderful in trying to help me overcome my fear of snakes. Whereas a lot of people would thoroughly take advantage of my somewhat crippling fear of serpents and attempt to scare me every single time the opportunity presented itself, he has been very supportive and patient with me and tried to help me warm up to these cold-blooded beasts. He’s always very slow and very cautious with them when he finds them. He doesn’t play with the poisonous ones. At least not around me, he doesn’t! But, he’ll pick them up and let them wrap their little tails around his hand or arm, depending on how long they are. He’ll bring them over toward me slowly and then let me come the rest of the way. I certainly don’t wanna get too close to them. God forbid if one was to ever lunge at me! I’d die right then and there!
But, my wonderful Mountain Man stands there, patiently holding the snake and lets me look at him and check out his beautiful designs. All the while, I’m really just trying to work up the nerve to reach my hand over and touch his scaly, reptilian skin. And Mountain Man knows this. So he continues to wait patiently until I’m ready. And he never, ever makes fun of me for being so scared of these lovely creatures. He always tries to encourage me to make nice with our little friends here on the mountain.
So, finally, I work up the nerve and reach out and touch the little fella. And ya know what? It wasn’t so bad after all. I’ve touched a couple in the past, but this time, I kinda went a little farther than my just barely letting the skin on the tip of my pointer finger graze across the animals body just in case he decided to eat me kinda touching.
I actually rubbed the snake, petted him, if you will, and felt his muscles move as he wiggled around in Mountain Man’s hands. My God, how I love his hands! But that’s another story for another time.
It was actually pretty amazing to feel the power in this little devil’s body and to marvel at just how unique these creatures are. Perhaps one day, with Mountain Man’s help, my fear of snakes will completely dissipate and I’ll no longer cringe every time I think of the little darlings. One can only hope.
*Oh yeah. Before I forget… These pictures were taken with my son’s cell phone so they’re not very good. Sorry about the quality, but I just had to have some proof that I’d actually touched a snake! I’ll try to do better next time!