Moving On

We live on a corner lot that is a little funny shaped. The corner where the two streets meets is shaped more like a peninsula instead of a quarter circle. Also on the side where our yard meets the neighbors we have two neighbors and none behind us. Anyway there is a bit of nature on the corner and on the sides. Part of that nature are mice and their predator, snakes. The snakes are not poisonous just bull snakes and the like.

Well, last month just before it started getting cold, we get someone at the door late in the evening. He tells us he saw a snake coming across the street into our yard and he chased it down, but does not have anything to kill it with. So he wants to know what to do with it. Hubby was irate and said leave it alone! After the stranger left, hubby went out and found the snake at the end of the driveway and brought it up to the side of the house and put it in a protected area. But it was too late and the next morning the snake was dead. All we can figure is the stranger had drove his car over the snake. Poor fella. Actually poor stranger to have such a hatred inside him.

He did not have a chance

We see this all the time don’t we? Unreasonable hatred for people or things because of a label. Snakes are bad so lets hate them and kill them whenever we can. But some snakes are good, they keep the mice population down and take care of other issues. Some people are good no matter what label they have and should be judged by who they really are not who we think they are because of unfounded beliefs and labels we put on them.