We drove back from Brunswick on automatic pilot, meaning our minds were somewhere else entirely, or at least mine was. Larry was snoozing in the passenger seat, and I was thinking of all the things I needed to do when we got home. Just the other side of Surrency, I began to wonder if I’d been through there yet. I always do that. Maybe Surrency is so small I can’t ever remember it. Suddenly there was the sign—Surrency City Limits. We came on through and soon into Baxley where I talked myself right out of going to the grocery store.
“We’re not out of anything we can’t live without until tomorrow,” I assured myself. “After all, tomorrow is another day, Miss Scarlett!”
Soon we pulled in front of the mail box to check our daily delivery of bills and junk. At the same minute, Larry’s cousin Sherry stopped on the other side of the car to talk to Larry. We do live out in the country and were not risking life and limb by blocking the road. As they chatted away about rutabagas and such, I opened the mail box to a surprise package—a huge snake.
I found that in my dotage, my reflexes are still wonderful. I slammed that mailbox faster than I thought I could move.
“Larry,” I screamed, “there’s a snake in the mailbox!”
“Just a minute,” he replied, “I’m talking to Sherry.”
“I don’t care. Talk to Sherry later. There’s a snake in the mailbox.”
I finally had his attention.
“What kind is it?” he asked.
“Good heavens!” I replied. “I don’t know. He’s probably a rattlesnake. He was looking hungrily at me. I’m going in the house and you and Stuart can deal with the snake. He can have the mail, as far as I’m concerned.”
In the house, Larry got the grabber (What do you call that tool anyway?) and went back out to the mailbox. I watched from the window as he cautiously opened the door to the mailbox and assessed the situation. First, he did a lengthy photo session with the snake. Then he reached inside with the grabber to extract him and soon the snake was on his way elsewhere through the neighbor’s field.
Back inside, Larry showed me the photos of the colorful snake. He was actually pretty as I looked at him in photos instead of face to face.
“I think he’s a rat snake,” Larry informed me.
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