This is frustrating to say the least, after all why should we have to be the ones to pick up after those irresponsible individuals who made the mess? We do it because we know it is the right thing to do. Working as a naturalist gives me the opportunity to educate the youth of our state about the importance of cleaning up after ourselves. The Missouri Conservation Department designates April as NoMO Trash Month and launches a campaign each year to educate Missourians about the cause-and-effect issues of litter. We encourage the philosophy “If you pack it in, pack it out!” Don’t rely on other people to pick up after you.
I came face-to-face with one such cause and effect of littering. One evening several years ago, I was out walking around the backyard when I heard my daughter yelling. I could only make out “Mom, hurry, SNAKE!” I ran to see what the commotion was about and discovered a Western (black) rat snake near the backdoor. It was about two feet long and had most likely just come out of hibernation. This in and of itself is not unusual, we see a lot of black snakes in our yard. However, this was the first time I’ve encountered one with a plastic band around its midsection. I soon realized this snake was in trouble and would not survive another season with this bracelet of trash around its middle. It would not be able to eat properly and who knows what other internal damage the snake would end up suffering. I quickly grabbed the snake before it could disappear and earned a bite for my trouble. How could I blame the snake? It had just woken up from 5 months of winter and was most likely hungry, it had a restrictive band around it that probably made mobility uncomfortable and was now being snatched up off the ground by a giant potential predator. I’d bite me too!
I found my husband and showed him the snake and asked him to help me help the snake. We debated for a few minutes on the best way to proceed, and ultimately decided that sawing the plastic ring off was the safest and best way to remove it. I held the snake, under strict instructions from my husband to not let the snake bite him! This was no easy feat, I had to maintain a firm grip on the snake without squeezing too hard, I had to hold onto the piece of plastic to keep it from moving so that my husband could saw it, and I had to make sure the snake was not coming into contact with the saw blade…..I only have two hands! After 20 or 30 minutes we finally had the band sawed but we could not get it off the snake! The snake was still too fat to slide it off and I was about ready to cry. All that work in vain? Then my husband got an idea, he retrieved a handy-dandy tool that spread the plastic apart. He held the plastic open, so I could “feed” the snake through it and finally free it. I looked at the snakes wounds and fortunately they did not look severe. There was no blood, and nothing was festering. This snake was lucky and will recover from his experience. I released him to a safe place in the yard to regain his strength and to hide and lick his wounds so to speak.
Many would say….”so what, that is just one snake, and I don’t like them anyway!” No animal deserves to suffer a slow agonizing death that was preventable in the first place. This piece of plastic originated in the crawl space under our master bathroom. We hired a plumber several years ago to do some work in the bathroom; he had to cut various pieces of PVC pipe and left behind his litter. If this person had taken a few minutes and picked up after himself this snake would have never ended up in such a predicament.
UPDATE: I saw this particular snake several years later in my front yard, and he was doing well, although he was still showing the scars from his experience.
I for one appreciate the snakes that live in my yard and on the eighty-six acres we own. They provide rodent control, and I can honestly say they do a superb job of it to. I have not found a sign of a mouse in our house in many years!
Many
animals are not so lucky and never get rescued from the litter they find
themselves entrapped in. They suffocate, strangle, and die slow agonizing
deaths. The Conservation Department has a turtle by the name of Peanut. Peanut
is a red ear slider that found itself stuck in the plastic rings that soda pop
is carried in. He could not remove the plastic himself and the plastic did not dissolve.
Year after year Peanut carried his plastic ring everywhere he went. He grew,
but the plastic ring did not expand with his growth, consequently he became
malformed. He was eventually found by some fishermen who took him to a
veterinarian. They were able to remove the plastic ring and after x-rays
determined he was one lucky turtle and suffered no internal injuries. He will
forever be misshapen and resemble the peanut after which he is named. Peanut is
an ambassador for the “no more littering campaign” and travels the state
sharing his story with the public. If you want a chance to see Peanut in
person, he makes a guest appearance each year to the Missouri State Fair in
Sedalia. A quick search on the internet will reveal many such stories about
animals suffering unnecessarily due to the litter left behind by irresponsible
humans. Would left behind by the PVC
With
the return of spring and outdoor activities we will all be spending more time
outside, remember to pack it out, if you pack it in, it only takes a few
minutes to do the right thing……. all the wild animals will thank you.Peanut
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