Python!

Yesterday morning while warm and snuggled in my bed I could hear the kids next door saying, "Ular! Ada ular!" Hmmm, I wondered, There's a snake? Should I get up? I do love seeing snakes, but what if it's just a small black one? It's probably not worth it.

Later that day, as I began asking around, I quickly wished I hadn't stayed in bed. The kids said it was about the length of our porch, and they couldn't find a stick big enough to show how big around it was. I asked another neighbor if it was as big as my calf, and he said, "Bigger. Like your thigh. It was probably 3 and a half meters long and weighed like 30 kilos."

"It can kill people."
"That kind can swallow a whole baby goat. They unlock their jaw and swallow their food whole."
"Sometimes they wrap around their prey and squeeze it to death."

A little chant began to stir up from the cobwebs of my memory:

Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff

Apparently at 11 pm, 3 doors down, Di's dad discovered the snake after it had eaten one of their chickens. He hacked it up and disposed of it in the morning.

"Where is it???" I asked.
"He threw it away."
"Where???"
"Far away over there," they motioned to the ocean.
"Is it still there? Can I go see it?"
"The ocean might have taken it away. But if not, it smells!!!"
"I'll follow my nose then," I joked.


So as the sun was setting, I trotted off down the beach to see if I could find the thing. I didn't know how far or close to the water to look--it's a bunch of exposed coral. At first I did see a trail that might have been where a snake had been drug along, but I soon lost it with the coral. Then I actually prayed. I wanted to see that snake so bad! And would you believe it? God answered my prayer. Who says He doesn't care about the little things in our lives that give us pleasure?



He wasn't quite as big as my thigh, nor 3.5 meters long (at least 2, maybe even 3), but he was well worth hunting down. I ran home and got my camera and found C, and we had fun taking shots of him. We could even see the chicken feathers (check it out in the photo)! I haven't been able to get Shel Silverstein out of my head since. After looking online today, C determined it was probably a Python reticulatus. Welcome home to the jungle.