I wasn't gonna post here, I thought you all had wrapped this post up very nicely, and I felt 1000x better after reading all the stories. Count me in on the group meetings!
But as I read all the posts, I noticed that all of your examples of negativity were HORRIBLE, so I decided to add my two cents. I do have to warn though, the following post will be long, and full of graphic text.
I live in the south. Well, southern WV. Tri-state area of WV/KY/OH. Typical stereotypes jump to mind, inbreeding/moonshine making/no education beyond the 4th grade/racist etc etc. But if you knew how hostile 99.99% of people are towards snakes, you would be astounded-ly disgusted.
Before I give some examples, I have to share my guess at why most of them are so ignorant. First and foremost, religion. I don't know if people _actually_ think that snakes are the devil around here, or if that's just the most viable excuse their brains can muster. I'm religious, and grew up 100% surrounded by these people, and I've always had an attraction towards snakes, and reptiles in general. So that's the main reason, the one that makes 0 sense and is used as their 'mask' reason, if you will. I think though, the main reason is that (TO AN EXTENT) there is actual danger in certain snakes in certain situations, as an example:
There are a few HUGE things that people do around here as hobbies to make extra money and a lot of them include going deep into the woods (hours away from any sort of help/cell phone reception) so far out that not all the buddy-system help in the world could save you if you get bitten by a timber rattler/EDB. Some examples include digging various roots to sale/collecting mushrooms/tapping trees/hunting or fishing tending to privately owned land I could go on. Now, I know that it's ridiculous to think you should be hostile towards all snakes because you fear 1 or 2, and that if you're careful it's a fear you never have to worry about.... but speaking from personal experience.. It can be a very scary thing. To be hours away from anything/anyone where 1 miss step, 1 lightning flash strike could mean that you die. Whenever that has been a real fear that has been taught and passed down for generations... I can sort of see where their coming from, but not really. I simply avoid those situations where I could die if bitten, and they do things like THIS (or their fear drives them to do things like this, I should say):
A couple weeks ago I'm walking from my brothers house to mine and as I pass some neighbor folk they tell me to come over there and look at something. I go over and they flip a piece of corrugated steel and I see 2 dead eastern milk snakes and a dead black rat snake. I've seen things like this literally several times per year throughout my entire life. Only by reading posts on this forum have I found out that this SHOULD be a very shocking sight... but after so many times of seeing it, you really do become... not immune, but.. numbed to what you're seeing. I (like always) ask why they killed them (this is my first time talking to these specific people about snakes). They reply with "BY GOD BOY, that there is wunnadem black snake/copperhead hybrids, and them there is its copperhead babies!" .... I literally could not make this stuff up.... I'm at a complete loss, I don't know how to even respond, so I respond with silence and shake my head. They ask what, and I explain to them how it was a regular black rat snake, and 2 regular, completely harmless milk snakes. I explain that it is fully impossible to have 'black snake/copperhead' hybrids because their two totally different kinds of animal. Idk if they believed me, idk if my calm, level headed talking helped at all. But I tried, and continue to almost every other few weeks/months when things like this happen.
One more example, just to let off some more of this eternally build up rant-fuel.
I know a guy who is deathly afraid of snakes, and last summer he did something that made me actually lol right in front of him. (DISCLAIMER: I do not find the murder of snakes funny AT ALL. The humor I find in this is his reaction to the harmless snakes, NOT to the death of the animals.) Me and my friend were walking down the road and here is this medium sized black rat snake dead in the road, but it hasn't been hit by a car, instead it's head is missing. A few days later there is another, and this time the guy, we'll call him Joe, is sitting on the steps of his small camper. He asks if I see the dead snake on the road, and goes on to tell me how they got there. He had come back from being in town for a while and upon opening his dresser drawer inside the camper he found a black rat snake in amongst the cloths. He promptly gets his gun, a 9mm pistol, and shoots the snake in the head (the bullet going clean through the dresser and out the bottom of the camper), cuts its head off and throws the body in the road. The same night, he finds another in a different location in the camper and does the same thing, and the next day, again, a 3rd snake that he shoots and decapitates and throws in the ditch this time. I ask why on earth he did it (I figured the camper was no good for some reason and he planned on getting rid of it or something). He explains the same reason as the other neighbors, that it was a black rat snake/copperhead hybrid, and he wasn't going to risk his life trying to take it out with its head still attached. (Enter face palm/laughing emoji here). I tried to explain to him the same thing but he was having none of it. He was older than me and therefore knew more about animals. Joe still uses that camper. He's actually gone with it right now. Fear (or stupidity or whatever you want to call it) lead him to shoot 3 holes in a perfectly functioning camper.
So there we go, I feel way better and I'm so glad I have people to talk to about things like this. Were y'all joking about the group meetings? Because I'm dead serious about them, lol [emoji23][emoji106]. I guess there is a little bit of a happy ending here, I've convinced my direct family that snakes are great pets and they have been wayyyyyy more lenient about them. My dad (who I'm pretty sure has some sort of actual phobia going on) actually avoids killing them now while out ridge riding. My mom holds Sir Blinky from time to time, and my brother has actually been inspired to potentially get a snake of his own soon.
P.s. If those stories were too much/sounded insensitive towards the snakes lives, I am truly sorry. I am honestly the biggest animal advocate in the world.
On the off chance they weren't too much, there are plenty more (a 21 year life's worth) where that came from.
Have a good one CS.com, until next time.
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