My favorite jewelry usually has some sort of serpent on it. I have an double headed Victorian enameled snake ring, a Mexican silver parure enameled in green, an intricate granulated Indian piece in the form of a bracelet, a couple of other rings and my favorite: a Georgian cobalt blue enameled snake bracelet whose articulated body is a thing of such beauty and engineering that Ialmost wept when Hud gave it to me. Yes, I collect jewelry as well as animals. Yes, animal jewelry. It's a theme, alright?
I refuse, however to live with a snake. It's not the pet. I've become acquainted with some lovely lemon pythons and an orange corn snake, but I will not allow myself to become involved. I simply will not have a pet that has to be fed other pets.
Perhaps that is why I unceremoniously tossed the garden snake. I like the garden toads, too.
Maybe Saint Patrick and I have that in common. I'm at least part Irish. He was not. He was apparently a surly old dude spreading Christianity who is responsible for the symbolism of the clover as the Trinity --three parts, Father, Son and Holy Spirit on one stem, Christianity. I think afterwards in his frustration (he was not amused by the Irish) he said, "Geeze, do ya' get it now? Come on, already!"
Like I said, he had a reputation. Any way...
For one of his miracles to get his membership card to sainthood, he drove the snakes from Ireland. None. Not a one left naturally.
Maybe he took that old saying, "mean as a snake" a little too personally.
"Now, what does zis haf to do with me, Muhzer?"
"It doesn't."
"Oh, I don't sink I like it zhen."
"But it's a holiday! With food! Corned beef and cabbage!"
"Zhen ze Zali, he ees in eet!"
*Erin Go Braugh, Blog! Now get out of here and have a pint for me!*
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