I decided to look for and tap into my gentler self.
you see, when I almost stepped on a snake in my hallway, rather that going for my snake killing hatchet, I went for a broom to evict this unwelcome visitor from my home.
Live.
And I chased it around the bedroom, catching it trying to escape under the bed.
I succeeded. I took one mighty swipe at this reptile and sent it out on the deck, where I repeated the procedure and made it go skitting down the stairs ending up in some undergrowth, lost to view.
And I felt good. I did not kill it and yet, it was out of the house and I could relax.
Sort of.
If there was one, might there not be another?
or might this one not find its way back in?
Is killing these unwelcome reptiles not better that letting your gentler side get the better of you.
I sure don't know.
Next time I will weigh my options carefully
and most likely whack it.
Nothing like certainty. Dead snakes don't come back. Ever.