Sometimes you write a post, and it comes back to bite you in the ass…in my case, literally. Though it wasn’t my ass and it wasn’t me that was bitten.
In September, I wrote a post called Ssssssnakes, and it was all about my passionate hatred of anything that slithers. I mentioned a 4 foot long rattlesnake, a 12 foot long rattlesnake, AND had a picture of a rattlesnake.
I’ve also shown you lots of pictures of our backyard, the flowers and our fruit trees and the palapas. One thing I haven’t shown you is the huge hill that we live against.
A hill full of snakes, rabbits, rodents, coyotes, and our neighbor even saw a bobcat last week! We hear the rattlesnakes up there, and our neighbor killed one in his backyard, but we’ve never gotten one in our backyard.
Until last Thursday. I had just put the girls down for a nap, and Tater was laying in our bedroom watching TV. The windows were open, and I could hear the dogs barking at what I assumed (yes, I know that ‘assuming’ makes an ass out of you and me) was probably people behind the gate on the hill. I yelled for them to stop barking, but they continued. Jason, who was downstairs, finally went out to see what all the ruckus was about.
Then I heard him screaming, but couldn’t make out the words. In 11 years together, I’ve never heard him like that – it was a scared, panicked scream. Jason’s usually the most calm, cool and collected person I know when it comes to stressful situations.
I ran downstairs and outside as fast as I could to find out what was going on.
A rattlesnake in our backyard.
A 4 foot long rattlesnake. This time, it was for real.
The dogs attacking it.
Jason trying to get behind the bushes where it was to whack it with the shovel.
Jason yelling to me that Bitty (as in Itty Bitty, her name) was bit and to get the dogs inside.
Me trying to chase the dogs inside.
Me getting the dogs inside, and seeing Bitty bleeding from in between her eyes on the bridge of her nose.
Jason still trying to get the snake, but couldn’t because it was behind the bushes. Shouting for me to get his gun.
Me getting the gun. Him shooting the snake.
And the snake still was striking at him.
Jason finally getting the snake out of the bush far enough to try to whack off its head.
Have you ever heard a rattlesnake up close? It is SO loud. A sound you couldn’t miss hearing and a very scary one.
Listening to the rattlesnake strike the shovel continuously.
And finally, Jason was able to cut off its head.
Me calling the vet.
They had the anti-venom. Bring the dog immediately.
Jason takes Bitty to the vet.
She was bitten not once but 3 times in the face: once between her eyes, once above her eye, and once on her cheek/jaw.
2 vials of anti-venom, which by the way, cost $750 each.
Not sure if she would make it.
Transferred to an animal hospital with a hyperbaric chamber to help speed up the healing process.
Critical care. IVs. Pain medicine stronger than morphine.
And then finally, she comes home.
And she’s okay. Tired, not able to eat much, and very weak, but she’s home.
THANK GOD it was one of the dogs and not one of the kids. The kids are in and out of the house all day running around the backyard. Barefoot, innocent and unafraid.
I’m still too afraid to let them out to play, and I know I will have to soon…they love being in the backyard. I just need to let my fear subside, and quit thinking about the what-ifs.
I’m guest posting today over at Things I Can’t Say sharing a story about how I need to cherish the “Mommy?” question when I hear it for the 100,569th time in an hour instead of snapping “WHAT?” in return.