Welcome to Sunday Spin, where I blog about life beyond the realm of writing.
Yesterday, we went to a fair where booths were set up by local businesses. One of the booths was run by the Center for Wildlife, a private, non-profit organization that rehabilitates and provides sanctuary for injured wild animals, and to promote respect for wildlife and the environment.
The girl running the booth had a snake, known as a corn snake, red and orange and black. He reminded me of a sunset, just gorgeous. It is not native to New Hampshire, rather it lives in the southeastern portion of the states. The snake’s name was Zipper, and it was coiled all around her arm, looking at us and flicking out its tongue.
I ADORE snakes. So, I was all over this. She let us pet it, and when I reached my hand out it slithered onto my arm. My kids got a big kick out of it. Hubby nearly fainted.
This blog post by Rebecca in the Woods was rather timely. She didn’t come across a corn snake, but the way that snake is coiled seems to be how snakes prefer to lounge.
And I echo Rebecca’s plea: Don’t kill snakes.