Lucky or yucky?

I've never been a big fan of snakes, and I suspect I'm not alone in this. My shoulders go up a bit even as I type these words. 

My dislike of them is, I am pretty sure, unfair. They can't help it if they have to crawl on the ground (or, worse, in my mind, through the branches of trees where they might 'jump' down onto me). 

The little face looking down at you from the top of this post is the head of a piece of art I bought when I lived in Australia--itself a land where snakes are as common as...maybe as mice (or raccoons?) are here. They're around, but you don't often (whew!) encounter one. 

The snake in the photo (I'll admit that I call him the not-very-original 'Snakey') lives high on a shelf in my office and looks down on me as I work at my desk. He was made from a root found in the Outback desert by an Aboriginal artist. The most challenging part of getting him back here to Canada was finding a box that would accommodate his length for the long flight to his new home. 

Finally, Snakey has made his way to being included on this funny little blog because in the Asian Zodiac, this is the year of the Wood Snake, a distinction that only gets celebrated every sixty years. So I guess my friend who's turning sixty this year should be in for some special times. 

One of my worst (and still most vivid) memories of snakes was the result of a 'favour' done by a well-intentioned friend. I'd been working as a substitute teacher for her, for a week when she couldn't be there. Because one's pay rate as a substitute went up after a full five days' work, she wanted to help me stick it out for the full five days. To make my Friday afternoon easy, she arranged for a visit that was bound to keep the children enchanted while I could sit back and relax. The only problem was that the guest presenter happened to be the 'snake lady' and her entourage of reptiles. 

I seriously considered bailing out and going home after lunch--could the pay rise be worth it??

Despite my fears, I stayed, and must have pulled out my best acting chops as I recall (shuddering inside even now) needing to demonstrate how friendly the python was by 'wearing' him across my shoulders. Ugh!

My own wood snake remains my friend, though his relatives who live in the garden and the forest can still sneak up on me (why aren't they called 'sneaks' instead of snakes?) are sure to give me a start.