Here's out daughter, Emerson, with a young Chocolate Banded California King Snake, we caught out back yesterday. Our dog, Skyler, found him slithering along and started furiously sniffing and wagging his stump of a tail. I put my booted foot lightly but firmly on the nape of the snake's neck (if snakes can be said to have "napes") while Emerson fetched her Dad, who came back with gloves. King snakes are harmless unless you happen to be a rodent (which is why we like King Snakes in the country). King Snakes also eat rattlesnakes.
Emerson named this one "Granger", after Hermione in the Harry Potter series. We kept him for the night and released him this morning into the hole of a very unfortunate gopher. I recall catching gopher snakes when I was kid on the farm, and that my dad was very fond of the snakes for the reason that they went after gophers.
By way of strong disclaimer: We don't recommend that kids go out and catch snakes in the backyard. SoCal is rattlesnake country and all snakes can bite (hence the large yellow heavy leather gloves). In the case of a King Snake, he might think your pinky finger is a feeder mouse. We knew what this fella was before we caught him.
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