This is a young Taiwan slug snake (
Pareas formosensis), an endemic serpent I found cruising a mountain road the other night. It’s still pretty chilly here (mid-sixties), and this species is among the few venturing out in the cold ahead of Spring.
This was my first night out with my new flash, and since I didn’t want to expose my new toy to the rain, I didn’t experiment much with the composition (or the DOF, ahem). Also, I wasn’t sure about the species: I thought it might be a
Boiga kraepelini, a tree snake with quite an unpleasant venom and a nasty demeanor to match, so I didn’t move it into a more photogenic position. (As it is, snail-munching, docile
P. formosensis is as sweet as a dairy cow, and now I hate myself for not recognizing it at the time....)
I like the raindrops on his eyes, though.





That night was also the first time ever that I got pulled over for driving too slow, on a six-mile stretch of one-lane mountain blacktop unspoiled by any signs of human civilization except the road. Trying to avoid hitting the dozens of large toads (
Bufo bankorensis &
B. melanostictus) goofing off in the middle of the road, I was zig-zagging my van through the heavy drizzle at about five miles an hour, minding my own funny business, when all of the sudden, literally out of nowhere, a cop cruiser crept up to three feet behind me and then hit the siren, the roof lights and the horn (for good measure). I pulled over, got out, walked over to the cruiser, and in anticipation of their shocked reaction (after all, this is Taiwan, and they were about to face a 6 foot 4, 250-pound, fishbelly-white boy in muddy clothes and a powerful lamp stuck to his forehead), greeted them in my most extra-friendly manner. Still, when they asked me what I was doing out there and received the answer “Looking for snakes”, I could see them mentally hovering their hands right above their gun holsters. After more uneasy body shifting on their part, their next question was “Sooo....catching snakes, are ya? What do you do with them?” I explained that I don’t catch them, but rather just drop into the mud right in front of them, take a few pix, and make sure they get off the road unharmed. “Photograph ‘em, huh? Whatcha do that for?”. It’s a hobby, I said. I like herps and get a kick out of observing them in the wild. No cigar – they still kept eying me with utmost mistrust. But then they asked me whether I lived in the area, and upon hearing that indeed I did, in fact just a few miles downhill, they visibly relaxed, now convinced that I was, after all, not some out-of-town homicidal psychopath looking for a nice spot in their woods to bury a couple sacks full of freshly chopped-up bodies.
Then they bade me good night, and even refrained from telling me “You drive slowly now, sir”…..
