“Thomas, I think I just saw a rat!” I screamed as I squinched my eyes up to see through the mosquito net, “Something is moving in the rafters.”
Snake #1 stares down at me
Thomas was busy brushing his teeth in our super-glam outdoor jungle bathroom and I was too lazy to look for myself, so I just ignored the movement until the distinct slithering on the wall became too obvious to ignore. Damn, I thought to myself, another snake.
But I was wrong, it was two snakes. Two four-foot green snakes with beautiful red patterning along their backs. Clearly, Mother Nature had it in for us since I called her a bitch.
We brought in reinforcements – or more precisely, an old man with a long bamboo stick. I had had my fill of snake chasing in Koh Tarutao, so this time I thought I would let the “professionals” handle the problem. I moved outdoors to our terrace to take in the river views, a troop of long-tailed macaques monitored my every move, hoping for food.
In the background, I could hear the old man beating the hell out of something and Thomas yelling, “Over there. No there, there.”
Snake #2 turns its back on me
Suddenly, a dazed snake flew into the foliage behind our jungle bathroom. Oh well, I thought, that’s the last time I shower back there.
Twenty more minutes of courageous cries, thwacking bamboo beats, and strategizing between Thomas and the old man. I communed with nature.
And finally, the second snake flew out the front door into the tree next to our bungalow. It disappeared.
Thomas and the old man celebrated their victory over nature. Unfortunately, in their moment of primal joy, they forgot to close the door to our bungalow and a large male macaque raced in to search for food. Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor, too.
Mama macaque, baby, and I listen
to the ruckus in our bungalow
Thomas and the old man returned to battle and I sat outside with the mother macaque and her baby waiting for the whole hilarious scene to play itself out. Predictably, the terrified male macaque ended up in the rafters and decided to play hard to get. After another ten minutes of melodrama, the macaque shot out of our room and Thomas and the old man reemerged with a THIRD four-foot snake with the same beautiful red markings.
Oh my god, THREE four-foot snakes in our tiny bungalow. That has to be some kind of record. And, how long had they been in there with us??? I apologize, Mother Nature, I apologize.
Carrie Ann, this post is dedicated to you. Since you asked for a picture of the snake in Tarutao, I actually thought to get my camera and document the drama.