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My Neighbours: The Refugee

It hassss been a difficult year–the god of rain hassss been relentlessss. Every other night, water gurglessss down my home driving me up a wall…or rather a tree.

So, here I wassss up on a tree again, waiting for the godssss to stop showering their blessingssss down on ussss, when the aroma hit me. I couldn’t help a peep inside the window next to me. There she wassss again, walking on the thin window ssssill in that tentalizing way that issss trademark of women who know the power they wield over men.

Had I been a mouse like her, I wouldn’t have been able to resisssst her.

So many timessss, I had seen her walk on that ledge. But today, I wasssss having a difficult time resisting her too…I wassss hungry. I had been on a hunt when the rain started pelting down and it hadn’t stopped all night. It issss close to dawn now, and my stomach wassss growling. This mansion has too many mice, which is a temptation, and but it also has too many humans–the only reason I had never hunted here.

They kill our kind the instant they spot any of ussss.

But at this time of the night, they would be deep asleep. I could just get in and walk out with a snack within minutessss! Nobody will be any wiser…my stomach growled in agreement. So, I reached out to the open window and slithered down in the room where three humans, rather two and a quarter, were deep asleep. Their body heat was too low for them to be awake and become a threat.

So, I followed the irresistible aroma of good food running around the floor. A few secondssss later, I was on the top step of stairs leading straight to heaven…down to the kitchen where the rats seemed to be having a feast. In an unthinking moment, I followed.

I was rather sleepy, moving in a food-induced trance, when I reached the bottom step. Damn! A human up too early…I hurried up a rack and inside a box that ssssmelled of old leather, hoping she hadn’t noticed me. Alassss! She called out on the top of her voice for reinfrcementssss.

There were sound of steps running down the stairssss and coming out of the inner room, and lot of shouting, and a bit of maniac giggling…(Some of these humanssss are plain weird!)

Suddenly, the box I was in moved, and I had an odd feeling of having left my stomach behind. I could feel the box sssspinning with me in it as it zoomed into the air and fell on the street outside. I quickly slithered out into darknessss before it was too late. I could hear loud thudssss of stonessss falling around me as I ran into cover. My tail had a scratch, and I wassss still hungry, but at least in one piece, which wassss a miracle considering my stupidity.

I am never going anywhere close to humanssss again. Let those mice take over their mansionssss, eat their food, chomp on their clothessss, bite them in fingerssss…that will really show these stupid humanssss…

Hurting an innocent ssssnake like me…

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16 thoughts on “My Neighbours: The Refugee

  1. We had to cut down branches of the tree close to the window. They were a couple of feet away, but somehow, the snake had extended his body to enter the window to feast on Matthew’s (the rat) progeny.

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    1. Hehehe! It is a real story, Don! We had a visit from a snake last year, he came through the third story window, thanks to the tree next to it. I think I can officially call this place a wild life sanctuary! Rats, Moles, Snakes, Mynas, Peacock, Owls, Pigeons, Hornbills, Sunbirds, Bulbuls, Storks, Magpies, Crows, Cuckoos…

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      1. In India, snakes are treated as gods and revered because they are a farmer’s friend. They kill mice. Hence if they come in, the protocol is to stand still with hands folded until they leave. I guess, it is a good strategy since snakes do not strike until they feel threatened. But most people do not follow the protocol. A lot of non-poisonous snakes die every year because of fear.

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      2. Yeah! We thought third story windows are safe to stay open at night. We had the fright of our lives that night, considering we have floor beds in our room and our baby daughter was sleeping right there with us when my mom in law spotted the snake coming down the stairs.

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      3. 😃 same here, my childhood home and compound was a zoological/botanical garden. We had squirrels, bats, snakes, a dog, a monkey, tortoise, hens, cocks, fruits, ornamental tress, etc.

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    1. Yesssss! 😁 I agree, in the real incident, the guy died. My family was too scared to stop and let it go, afraid that I will return. Too many snakes die that way in India. 95% do not have enough venom to hurt humans.

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