Because he has impeccable manners and constant kindness, guidofatherof5 suggested that I show you photos of a recently shed Harry, the smooth green snake. I allowed him to climb around the citrus (watchful for the thorns), banana, and canna plants by my picture window while I cleaned his house. I don’t often handle him, so I grabbed the camera to get some shots off before he went back into his home. Um…..I am not wearing a long-sleeved sweater – that would be the very hairiness of my arm in the photos.
Harry wakes in the morning, yawns a pink yawn, and when he is on the hunt, sways his head back and forth about an inch on the most perfectly horizontal plane. I rarely see him eat, but he has slugs in his terrarium. I put earthworms in his potted plant and he digs around to find them. He seems most interested in wax worms.
He spends most of the day curled around his favorite potted plant under the glow of his own light and the plant lights nearby. In the evening, he most often climbs down to the side of the tank and we engage in a staring contest……ultimately, he always wins. Then he sleeps in his plant, in the soil, underneath the pot, or inside the hole of his brick.
All in all, he has a pretty good life, I think. That he has no worries is the reason I haven’t felt so guilty about keeping him after his recovery from his highway injury. But it is the following poem, which I could never get out of my head, that might lead me to release him in the spring.
Harry was a highway hit-and-run. I found him while jogging and carried him home. A little surgical tape and surgical glue seamed him back together, but how he survived is a complete mystery to this fellow who has never before taken care of a snake.