Stalker

If that snake had a lawyer, he’d swear out a restraining order against me.

Back in May, I think it was, I was walking around Cutler Pond when I saw a guy ahead of me looking intently at the ground near the path. He signaled to me to be quiet and pointed out a good-sized black snake. Wait! There were two snakes, curled around each other, one of them black and a smaller one having red and yellow marks, shaped sort of like bowling pins, on the side. Wait! A third snake came along and chased the second one away! We were evidently looking at some sort of snake love triangle.

When I got back to the office, I found what it was (or what they were) on the internet.

I’ve seen one or the other of those three, or something similar, several times — probably six or eight times — this summer. I haven’t had a camera with me, except for a camera phone that’s not up to the task. Mostly it’s been in just about the same place. One time one was swimming along a couple of feet from shore, going along at about the same speed I was walking. I’m pleased that I’ve learned how to look for it, or maybe for northern water snakes in general. I’ve had better luck a little before noon than later; I think all the people who walk around the pond on their lunch hour alarm the critters enough that they’re harder to find. Two days ago I decided to see if I could find a cast snake skin to print, so I looked very carefully around the area where I’ve seen them. No cast skins, but wait, is that a frog in the grass? I looked closer — no, it’s my pal the snake, standing absolutely still, hiding under a leaf and between the grass. It was hard to find again if I looked away, but there it was. The last two days I’ve found that same leaf in the same place, but no snake.

Published by deanb

male born 1944 mathematician by training, software engineer by profession; retired since Labor Day 2013 birder, cyclist, unicyclist, eraser carver, knitter when possible