the green snake
Once, in 6th or 7th grade, I like many other boys, really wanted to get a pet snake. Amazingly, I talked my mom into getting one for me. It was a good sized green snake, which we put in our old fish tank out in the garage.
I'm not sure why I didn't keep the snake in my room. It may just never have occurred to me to move the tank from where it was, or maybe my mom said I couldn't. So to visit my snake I would have to go to the garage, which was kind of a dark and uncomfortable place.
I never really did too much with my green snake. If I tried to reach for it, it would wiggle violently away like it didn't want to be bothered. And I don't like to bother things that don't want to be bothered. So pretty much, my snake just lied there in the darkness of the garage not wanting to be bothered.
I never really saw my green snake eat anything and I kind of worried it might starve to death. I would catch little lizards from time to time and put them in the tank for my snake to eat. Then I would check the tank every day to see if my snake had eaten the lizard. It never did. After a while I would start to feel bad for the lizard and I would take him out and let him go in my yard again.
Anyway, one day I reached into my snake's tank and it bit me on my hand. It wasn't a terrible bite, but I still went to the doctor to get antibiotics. After that, it was decided that the green snake should be let go. My mom and I carried the old fish tank out next to the woodpile in the back yard and tipped it on its side.
The green snake lay there motionless for a moment.
And then it just slithered away.
(from Beautiful Loser, 2002)
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