Am I the Only One...

...that can't even bring myself to kill a poisonous snake?

The other day, my husband and I were in the barn and he lifted up something and found a copperhead under it. He told me to keep it from getting away so he could get his ax and I'm like "Don't kill it! Don't kill it!" I was fighting for the life of this poisonous snake that tried to bite my husband and was only a few feet from my daughter's play pen and our horses and other pets that live in the barn. Even though I knew that my husband had to kill it, I was holding out hope that we could just catch it and take it somewhere.

I tried to keep it busy but I was afraid to go near it. Luckily, our St. Bernard grabbed it, shook it, and killed it. My husband decapitated it for good measure. I picked up my daughter and held her close to check her over while my husband checked to make sure the dog had not been bitten and I wanted to cry, partly because I was scared and partly because I felt badly for the poor animal. I mean, he probably wandered into our barn looking for shelter or something and he was only trying to bite us because he was scared.

I know its stupid. I should hesitate to protect my husband, child, pets, or myself but I still felt badly for the poor creature. I can't stand to watch any animal be killed. We have found king snakes before (totally harmless) and he catches them and takes them out to the woods, because I won't let him kill them. My husband makes fun of me because I can hardly bring myself to squish bugs. I guess I'm just too tenderhearted.