Tastes Just Like Chicken?

On Sep 20, 9:19*am, "Karla" wrote:
"Sherry" wrote in message

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Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage. Maybe about a teenager-
sized one. *I don't get
too close to it because I feel bad enough and just don't want a
closeup view.

Since this is definitely a man-job, I call DH to dispose of it, while
I watched from the door.
I said, "Can you tell what it died from?"

He goes, "Ummmm....not having a head."

I guess one of the cats (cough Bootsie cough) did it. It was either
her or Frank. They both like
to go out in the garage when it's raining and they can't go outside.

I really hate it when they kill stuff, but I'm sure that was the
highlight of their day.

Sherry

Every cat I've had has brought a live snake into the house. *I have a snake
phobia, I started shaking just reading your post. *I pay a neighborhood kid
$5.00 for snake removal.

It was pretty funny though, the way your husband described the cause of
death "not having a head". *That's actually a delicate way to put it.

And knowing the probable culprit, you don't have to go around smelling for
snake breath.
Karla

I was sixteen when Ralph (he could say his name) cheerfully brought
home a smallish Eastern Diamondback locked in his Airedale jaws. He
had it right behind the head. The snake was still moving but its spine
was severed and there was snake-blood all over him and all over Ralph.
Hiding the whole incident from my Mom was my immediate thought and my
stepfather agreed. Mom came out in the yard while we were washing up
and checking Ralph for bites, with the dead snake on the grass off to
the side. She just asked if anyone was bitten and calmly went back in
the house.

--
Will in New Haven

"Sherry" wrote in message
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On Sep 20, 12:46 am, "Pat" wrote:
"Sherry" wrote
On Sep 19, 11:53 pm, "Pat" wrote:

"Sherry" wrote
| Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage.
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| I really hate it when they kill stuff

So don't waste it. Cook it up and see if it does taste like chicken!
Oh, man! There's no way I could do that. Besides, he was
about as fat as a Husky pencil.
How is Billy?

Better. He sure hates his medication tho.

I'm wondering if there's a better and cheaper dry food I could get for
him.
Any ideas?

Gosh, I don't know. I just assumed he was prescribed the canned S/D.
Is there
a dry version of it?
(snippage of other great info)

FYI Hill's does make a dry version of S/D. I checked their web site

Jill

"Sherry" wrote in message
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Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage. Maybe about a
teenager-
sized one. I don't get
too close to it because I feel bad enough and just don't want a
closeup view.

Since this is definitely a man-job, I call DH to dispose of it,
while
I watched from the door.
I said, "Can you tell what it died from?"

He goes, "Ummmm....not having a head."

I guess one of the cats (cough Bootsie cough) did it. It was
either
her or Frank. They both like
to go out in the garage when it's raining and they can't go
outside.

I really hate it when they kill stuff, but I'm sure that was the
highlight of their day.

Sherry

At least you didn't have to watch. Molly and Jake brought a young
snake onto the patio to kill it a couple of days ago. Took me two
days to get up the nerve to dispose of it. Man-job or not, all the
men around here are freaked out by snakes. I knew it was dead, but
had the irrational fear that if I touched it, it was going to move.
At which point I fully intended to have a heart attack.

Jo

"Sherry" wrote in message
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Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage. Maybe about a teenager-
sized one. I don't get
too close to it because I feel bad enough and just don't want a
(snip)



Don't they get rather LARGE? Brave kitty!


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"Magic Mood Jeep" wrote

| Next time I see roadkill, I'll think of you... Maybe I'll ship it your
| way?

If you're in Idaho, please send sage grouse!



Nope, Indiana - Coon, Squirrel, Possum & Skunk are most common roadkill
(although we did find a dead mourning dove in the yard the other day)...
and of course a deer here & there.... but they (meaning officials, as in F
& W or DNR) frown on those taking roadkill deer - usually they will give
you a permit to take it, especially if it is a doe (know that from
experience) or it's not hunting season.

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On Sep 20, 1:46*am, "Pat" wrote:

Better. He sure hates his medication tho.

I'm wondering if there's a better and cheaper dry food I could get for him.
Any ideas?

While I hadn't found anything cheaper for Philip (who also has urinary
tract issues) we did find that we were able to cut his can food into a
few extra helpings by mixing it with a spoonful of meat baby food and
zapping it for 20 seconds. This was done with our vet's approval,
because The Fella is a picky boy and was turning his nose up at
getting the same thing all the time when he was used to variety
before. I don't know if it'll help, and please do check with your
doctor before giving Billy a bowl of haute cuisine.

Blessed be,
Baha

On Sep 19, 9:30*pm, Sherry wrote:
Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage. Maybe about a teenager-
sized one. *I don't get
too close to it because I feel bad enough and just don't want a
closeup view.

Since this is definitely a man-job, I call DH to dispose of it, while
I watched from the door.
I said, "Can you tell what it died from?"

He goes, "Ummmm....not having a head."

I guess one of the cats (cough Bootsie cough) did it. It was either
her or Frank. They both like
to go out in the garage when it's raining and they can't go outside.

I really hate it when they kill stuff, but I'm sure that was the
highlight of their day.

Sherry

I'm trying to read this azround Mayhem who has taken up residence on
my desk. I managed to get the gist of the story, and al I can say
is .......EWWWWWWWWWWW

kristi

ps, Mayhem wonders how it tasted

On Sep 20, 2:22*pm, "Jofirey" wrote:
"Sherry" wrote in message

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Today I found a dead bullsnake in the garage. Maybe about a
teenager-
sized one. *I don't get
too close to it because I feel bad enough and just don't want a
closeup view.

Since this is definitely a man-job, I call DH to dispose of it,
while
I watched from the door.
I said, "Can you tell what it died from?"

He goes, "Ummmm....not having a head."

I guess one of the cats (cough Bootsie cough) did it. It was
either
her or Frank. They both like
to go out in the garage when it's raining and they can't go
outside.

I really hate it when they kill stuff, but I'm sure that was the
highlight of their day.

Sherry

At least you didn't have to watch. *Molly and Jake brought a young
snake onto the patio to kill it a couple of days ago. *Took me two
days to get up the nerve to dispose of it. *Man-job or not, all the
men around here are freaked out by snakes. *I knew it was dead, but
had the irrational fear that if I touched it, it was going to move.
At which point I fully intended to have a heart attack.

Jo- Hide quoted text -

I have a terrible, irrational fear of snakes that I have worked hard
to
overcome the last few years. I know what a bullsnake is. I know
they're
harmless; beneficial even. I know people actually keep them as pets.
But man-o-mister. Something without legs that can move that fast
is just plain wrong.

I don't know where the fear comes from. I always think they are going
to chase me. My second irrational fear is that they're somehow going
to get under the car, slither up the tires, and from the engine
compartment
they will get in the interior of the car. Then they'll crawl over my
feet.
At which point I will exit the car, no matter how fast it's going.

You couldn't have paid me to watch that movie "Snakes on a Plane."

Sherry

"Sherry" wrote
I have a terrible, irrational fear of snakes
You couldn't have paid me to watch "Snakes on a Plane"

My mother was like this (but she wouldn't admit the fear was irrational). As
a child, I would hunt snakes to surprise her with, and put them into various
places like a kitchen drawer. It was a real hoot watching her go berserk
when she found them :0

Sherry wrote:

I have a terrible, irrational fear of snakes that I have worked hard
to overcome the last few years. I know what a bullsnake is. I know
they're harmless; beneficial even. I know people actually keep them
as pets. But man-o-mister. Something without legs that can move that
fast is just plain wrong.

Is it "irrational" when a fear is based on biology? I really believe
that we are biologically coded to react to snakes with fear, and we're
not the only species to have this reaction. No doubt it comes from the
fact that many snakes are very dangerous, so better to react with fear
with no reason than to be unafraid of something that's going to kill
you.

It's not logical to be afraid of something that you intellectually
know is not dangerous. But humans have a lot more going on in our minds
and bodies than just logic and conscious knowledge. It's pretty hard
to overcome something that's part of our makeup as a species.

That said, I don't have a snake phobia per se. If I saw a strange
snake on a path I was walking on, I would be afraid it might be
dangerous. I am terribly afraid of being bitten by a poisonous snake.
But I'm not afraid of snakes once I know they're safe. So maybe the
fear of snakes doesn't affect everyone equally, but so many people
are afraid of them that I can't help but think there's something
instinctive about it.

I don't know where the fear comes from. I always think they are going
to chase me. My second irrational fear is that they're somehow going
to get under the car, slither up the tires, and from the engine
compartment
they will get in the interior of the car. Then they'll crawl over my
feet.
At which point I will exit the car, no matter how fast it's going.

LOL! Maybe you were a mouse in your last life?

I feel that way about wasps flying into my car. I'd probably kill myself
in an accident if a wasp got into my car while I was on the freeway.

Joyce

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between going dumpster diving on Sunday afternoon and projectile
vomiting Monday, and being brought to the Evil Place Where They Stick
Things Up My Butt on Tuesday evening. -- Cat Resolutions