Kill a fellow.
Red touches black, venom lack.
I spent a half hour trying to find out whom to attribute that common poem to. Couldn't find it.
I did find several variations on it. They all mean the same thing.
If you come across a snake that has three banded colors (red, black, and yellow), recite that poem before you freak out and run for a shovel. Or just run.
I was out mowing the property today, and this snake made a dash for it when I mowed too close to his rocky home. And I do mean dash. He was movin'. I am firmly in the 'live and let live' camp when it comes to critters. This one, however, is one that had to be killed.
Here is why:
I like snakes. I think they are beneficial. I think they can be beautiful.
This one is very beautiful.
If it had been any other kind of snake (yes, even a rattle snake) I would have let it go. It's just the idea of one of my kids ending up in the ER fighting for their life with no anti-venom that tips the scale in my decision making.