Had a dream last night.
I’m not too real into snakes.
So this would actually be considered a nightmare.
Let me explain…
A little background before I tell the story. I’m not this biggest fan of amphibians in general. Not because of their sliminess. Or their obnoxious ways of normally not chewing their food (rude). Or their cold-blooded, backstabbing ways. Or their inability to get a job because they are always “hibernating.”
NO! None of that bothers me.
It’s two types of species actually. The one I’m going to whine about today are snakes.
We have all kindzzz of snakes down here along the delta of Mississippi. Like the cottonmouths, water snakes, mud snakes, green snakes, just to name a few.
Okay onto the story…
I’m in the park on a bench with a fellow Jonny Boy. I’m chilling with the 14 year-old version of an actor from The Walking Dead, aJon Bernthal, who plays the character the “snakish” Shane Walsh*. So as I’m sitting with Jonny Appleseed, a huge, 18 foot-long rough green snake tumbles out of the trees standing above us, but doesn’t quite hit the ground.
Well not really. Rough green snakes only grow about 7-8 inches long and are typically docile.
You see, the snake almost lands on us but is caught by a few Virginia creeper vines. As I shriek and flail my arms while rolling away in a Tom Cruise-esque manner, the serpent looks me dead in my eye. It can’t move. It is not just caught in the creeper. It is delicately double-knotted in the vegetation at the front and back part of its lanky body. Maybe a Sunshine Girl Scout wanted to get her “Bear Grylls” merit badge by anaconda choke holding an anaconda.
Well, at this point, me and nega-Jon are laughing at the creature after 5 minutes of constant sobbing in thinking we weren’t going to make it home to watch the next episode of iCarly. As we turn to walk away, smiling and giggling that the creature is caught in this ludicrous manner, I hesitate.
I turn to look at the snake.
This animal, this rumored vile, thing I and the rest of society deemed a monster.
Doer of dastardly deeds.
Looks up at me again with little, beady dark eyes in a Copica style manner. As though it is just tired of living.
But is afraid to die.
yeah, looks up at me, as though asking “what it did to deserve this.”
So Jonny 2x4 and I, reluctantly untangle this snake out of the tree. It drops down with a thunderous thud and proceeds to slither away into the bushes. Without a thank you or recognition to me or Jonny Bravo.
Was there something I gained from this dream? Any values or increased moral or theme I would like you guys to get from this story?
Probably not because today while trying to catch frogs, a little rough green snake charged at me with intention for drawing blood and I hauled my tail out of there.
On a serious note, not all snakes are bad and not all snakes are good. But all animals have a certain system or code of ethics they work by. Most want to be left alone. Which is important that we continuously study them (wink, wink US Fish & Wildlife Service). I’m not going to tell you I looked into an eye of a snake and saw its soul and became a vegan because all animals have shouldn’t be eaten, yadda-yadda.
I won’t because Sonic has summer shakes half off at 8.
But maybe we shouldn’t call something evil just because it slithers in tall grass and swallows their prey whole.
*The character Shane Walsh is known for undermining his best friend/ main protagonist of the story by sleeping with his the main character’s wife, murdering the innocent, and just be reckless to where everybody gets in danger.