Sunday, December 30, 2012

When Snakes Fly - 11/29/12

Eric and Gabby venture into some rock formations in Lesotho


BEN - As you can tell, Gabby and I are a bit behind in our journal/blog entries.   If one of us hasn’t taken notes or written about a particular day, it can be difficult to type about.  As such, I honestly have no idea what we did this day, other than for dinner Gabby and I made burgers and fries along with butternut squash soup that was delicious.  That being said, I will just write about a particularly funny/absurd occurrence that happened and really shows a regular interaction that we had with nature and wildlife, which is a consistent theme of our time in Khotso. Neither Gabby or I am sure when this actually happened, so this seems as fitting a day as any:

From Left: Tofalax, Me, Gabby, Jackie
Gabby was up at the main house (Steve’s house) doing our laundry.  At the time, Steve and Lulu were not home, but Alistair was hanging out and doing something (most likely something Steve and Lulu would not approve of) up there as well.  I was down in the backpackers, and realized I needed something from the house.  As I was walking up the driveway, I heard Gabby’s scream and subsequent squeals of terror.  I ran as fast as I could up to the laundry to find Gabby out in the yard, tears in her eyes.  “SNAKE!!” she cried, “there’s a snake in the laundry.”  We are particularly wary of snakes at Khotso, because the farm houses two of the more venomous types of snakes in Africa (and thus, the world) the Puff Adder, and the Cape Cobra.  We have heard various horror stories from just about everyone we know on the farm of both types of serpents (the puff adder is the only snake that can bite backward in a 360 degree turn, the cobra can spit and blind you, rotting skin, etc.).  With all this in mind, I warily stepped in to the laundry room and spotted a bright green snake curled in the corner, about 4 feet long.  I was almost positive this was not one of the venomous species, but still armed myself with a laundry basket.  By this time Alistair had come to see what the commotion was about, and stood laughing at the comical scene of Gabby in near hysterics, and me wielding a laundry basket at what was almost certainly a harmless tree snake.  I eventually was able to wrangle the snake, scare it out of its corner, and to my relief, out of the laundry room.   However, to my horror, instead of turning left, out to the lawn and obvious escape route, the snake turned right and went straight under the small gap between the ground and Steve’s back door and into the house.  Shit!  The snake was 95% under the doorway, when Alistair suddenly leapt into action and grabbed the snake’s tail.  He struggled with it a second and eventually yanked the entire snake out from under the doorway.  As soon as the head appeared, the snake whipped around and went for Alistair who immediately chucked the snake backwards.  All three of us stared in awe as the snake sailed through the air, across the lawn, and with unbelievable accuracy landed in a lone bucket that had been left about 20 feet behind us.  SWISH!  We all sat for a minute with our mouths open, dazed at Alistair’s ridiculous capture of the beast in a bucket farther away than I would have ever thought possible for one snake to fly.

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