The snakes I found in my garage last week were pretty small. I figured that shoving them out with a shovel (gently, of course) was probably enough to scare them away. By this afternoon, I’d already forgotten about the snakes when I went out in bare feet to throw some bottles into the recycling bin.
That’s when I noticed a snakeskin, several feet long, draped along the back wall. A larger snake has been using the rough cinderblocks in my garage to moult.
I can’t blame the snake, really. The back wall of the garage faces east and absorbs the morning sunlight. It’s probably a lovely place to shed your skin.
When I went back into the kitchen, I grabbed the nearest cat, Rogue, and put her out to the garage. She walked lazily around and showed no interest in the snakeskin.
“Why did you put Rogue in the garage?” With-a-Why asked from his spot on the couch, where he was doing homework.
“I thought maybe a cat would scare away the snakes,” I said. “But she doesn’t seem to get it.”
“Well, I didn’t get it,” he said, “so I doubt she did.”
I grabbed another cat, the grey male cat we call Trouble, and put him in the garage as well. He, too, just walked around lazily and then asked to come back in.
I guess I could leave the cats out there until they start peeing on stuff. Then at least the garage would smell like cat.
On second thought, maybe I’ll just wait for the cold weather, when the snakes are likely to leave on their own.