The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

TO KILL A SNAKE

I HAVE LONG HAD A KIND OF DREAD FEAR OF SNAKES, ANY KIND
OF SNAKE. I'M SURE THAT MY FEAR WAS NOT HELPED OUT BY
SOME PEOPLE THAT I KNEW. I REMEMBER BEING TOLD BY A
CERTAIN MR. H., WHOSE OPINION I RESPECTED VERY HIGHLY AT
THE TIME, THAT REGARDLESS WHAT YOU DID TO TRY TO KILL
A SNAKE, IT WOULD NEVER DIE UNTIL THE SUN WENT DOWN.
YOU CAN'T IMAGINE MY HORROR AS I WOULD TRY DESPERATELY
TO KILL LITTLE GARTER SNAKES THAT I FOUND. I WOULD HACK
THEM INTO LITERALLY MILLIONS OF PIECES AND THEN STAND
BACK FEARFULLY AS I WAITED FOR THE DISMEMBERED
PIECES OF SNAKE TO REGROUP ITSELF AND ATTACK ME. AND
EVEN THOUGH NONE OF THEM EVER DID, I STILL RETURNED TO
THE SCENE OF MY ENCOUNTER, RIGHT AFTER SUNSET. I NO
LONGER BELIEVE IN THIS SUPERSTITION.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; FRASER