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Comment: When I lived on Guam in the mid 80's

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When I lived on Guam in the mid 80's

I did my civic duty and killed every snake I saw. We called them Philippine rat snakes. At the time there were still a few birds left, including a few pairs of the Guam Rail. Some of them were captured and taken to California to prevent extinction. I hope they are doing well.

Back then there were some junker B-52's parked on the edge of the jungle off the Anderson Air Force Base runway that had to be blown up in some sort of agreement with the Soviets. The Soviets were supposed to use their satellites to reassure themselves that we had destroyed the bombers. The games we play. Well, the military had to delay the plan for a year because there were some Guam Rails nesting in one of the old planes.

One time one of my children spotted the folds of a rat snake in the bathroom sink overflow hole. It had come in through the plumbing from outside the house. A couple of guys from " base housing" came over to collect the snake. They nicked it with a screw driver, which caused it to come out of the overflow hole. They finished pulling it out and popped it into a paper bag and rolled the top of the bag shut. That snake had to have been over two feet long.

Those snakes are not dangerous to humans because their poison is located way in the back of their mouths, where only rodents and birds fit.

That was the only rat snake we ever had in our house, but we did get a two foot long Monitor lizard inside one time. We saw it on the lawn, ran out to look at it, leaving the door open, so of course the lizard ran in through the open door. I never made that mistake again. We looked everywhere for it, but no luck. Two days later I heard rustling in the kitchen trash. It was up on its long legs tearing open the tall kitchen trash bag with its rows of alligator teeth. We quickly barricaded the room's door openings with the cushions from the sofa, and shooed it back outside, where it took up residence under the hood of a Guam Bomb (super rusted out car) across the street.

One time when we were driving on a back road through the jungle we had to stop for a huge six or eight foot long Monitor that was standing in the middle of the road.