What is it about snakes?
Is it that they are legless and armless, so much different from our well-appendaged selves? Is it because they slither so low and we walk so tall?
Or is it just that we fear some rattler or copperhead will sink its fangs into a leg and send us to the Great Beyond?
Prejudice, pure and simple. The snake is a wonderful creature that spends its days making our lives better by gobbling up rats, mice, shrews, voles, and other vermin.
Fear not our snakes. Fear, instead, a real killer: the shiny, glittering, ordinary, everyday automobile.
Over the past century, cars have killed scores of people in my own little town. Not one person has died of snakebite – or even snake-fright.
Profiles of notable Ridgefield, Connecticut, people of the past, along with musings on nature in suburbia and meanderings into The Old Days.
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
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