Here is the latest from Boystown: today the reptile hunting continues with my 5-year-old spending much of the day looking under old pieces of wood in search of Garter snakes. Little brother is desperate to tag along, but sadly he is not allowed to play outisde without a grown-up and I had housework and homeschooling duties to attend to. My all-day-snake-hunting days are gone.
I must admit these boys get the “Crocodile Hunter” spirit from me. Yes, me. I love snakes. Really. My husband could do without. (How could I marry a man who does not like snakes?)
Peter claims he saw several snakes slither into the tall grass and he proudly produced small pieces of snake skins as futher evidence.
The only problem I can forsee is if he actually tries to pick up the snake. The boy is fearless. I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a Garter snake bite, but I bet Peter would scream like he was dying if he was bit. Or should I say when he is bit. I’m sure it is only a matter of time.
This can count as science class, right?
Hi,
Monica\’s husband here. It is so awsome to watch the boy discover nature. I don\’t know how he did it, but Peter
spotted that snake and searched all day for it. When we went out to feed the chickens that morning, I found him standing on a piece of plywood which are piled in the back and pinning the snake down.
Both he and Edmund (2) were touching the snake. It was so cool! It was a big fat garder snake, probably a mommy with little ones near by.