I don’t know why people think living in the country is so healthy.
This morning as I was out for a bit of exercise around the village perimeter, a large snake suddenly slithered across the road just in front of me.
I often see animals when I’m out walking - porcupines, deer, wild pigs (at a distance luckily), but this is the first time I’ve encountered a snake. And so near. My heart almost stopped beating and I found myself clutching my chest.
I made it home in record time, and phoned a friend.
“What color was it?” he asked.
“Brown.”
“With patterns?”
“Uh, huh.”
“Diamond type patterns?”
“yeh, kind of like that.”
“Was it big?”
“About a meter and a half. And fat too…”
“It was probably a sepher,” he said casually. “It’s Israel’s most dangerous snake. Wow, if it’d bitten you, and your heart was beating hard from exercise, you’d be dead in minutes.”
A few years back we were doing some repairs to our house, and a couple of workmen dug a hole near one of the windows. Suddenly a snake appeared out of the hole, slithered across the arms and chest of one of the builders and made for the gate. In one smooth movement, my husband grabbed a spade and cut off it’s head.
Later one of our neighbors told him off. “It was a black snake,” he said. “If you’ve got a black snake in the garden then you won’t get a sepher.”
“What and the black snake doesn’t bite?”
“No it does bite and you’ll get really sick, but you won’t get as sick as if you get bitten by a sepher.”
In these here parts, everyone’s got a snake story, or failing that a scorpion one, or a tale about some other close encounter with a poisonous beastie. Makes you long for city living… where a cockroach is the worst you’ll find to make you scream.