Many a young man, and some girls, begin a successful career by bagging groceries. A good place to start learning the mechanics and ethics of work. Those that come easily to minD are being dependable, following instructions, and being honest. But my thoughts are reaching out a bit farther.

I remember seeing pictures of an Oklahoma event in which snakes are bagged. I believe it is a common practice for catching snakes. One I do not know much about, neither do I care to know. I can remember my dad bringing snakes home in a bag. I know we had a snake in a fifty gallon barrel when I was a child. I could peek over the rim and see him. I’m sure my daddy had checked to see that the snake could not strike as high as the barrel rim.

I have never known anyone personally who was bitten by a snake, but I do remember that we would have animals suffer that fate on occasion.

At my age I will not likely be bagging groceries nor snakes in this life or my future life. Of course the future will not have poisonous snakes. When lions lay down with lambs, the snakes not raid robin’s nests nor swallow eggs or robins. Oh, yes, I do believe there will be snakes in heaven. God created them good. Now that does not mean the unforgiven snaky men and women will be there. Only those who have asked for forgiveness.

I believe I know some who would qualify.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday writing event is organized and hosted by Linda G. Hill. Thanks for this unusual word, Linda, that you have offered us today. I’ll be over to do some reading in a little while.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to BAGGING SNAKES

  1. willowdot21 says:

    A very interesting post 💜💜

  2. C.A. Post says:

    I was bitten by a garter snake once, many years ago. Not venomous nor big enough to even leave much of a welt, but now you cannot say you don’t know anyone ever bitten. Well, maybe you still don’t know anyone bitten by a poisonous snake!

  3. Mandibelle16 says:

    Hi Oneta. Great post. It makes me think of God bagging the snake in the garden of Eden. And, even though the woman’s offspring will never get along with snakes (demons), we know God takes care of us & defeats so-called snakes whatever are bagging career. Cheers & hope you’re well.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Oh, Mandibelle, hearing from you touches my heart again. We always have to be aware that “snakes” will entice and hide their true harmfulness. They abound in deceit. Yes, I am doing quite well. I’m slow and never get done all I want but I don’t know younger people who do either. We are blessed to have more to live for than we can achieve. Keeps dreams and hopes alive. God is so good. (That trite, isn’t it?) How’s this “I’m stunned by the dynamic ingenuity of God?

  5. Lakshmi Bhat says:

    I remembered my husband’s uncle who loved to bag snakes and kept them in barrels. Interesting post. Regards

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