Neither one of us wanted to do it. We first saw the snake, or one like it, in the garage. We showed the picture around and learned that it was a jararaca, and venomous. Then last night there it was coiled up on the stairs, inches from where Carol was standing. We shewed it away and did our research; 52% of snakebites in this country are attributed to the jararaca and they can be deadly. It was back this morning, curled up on the porch like a kitten. We shewed it away more forcefully, let the landlord know and did some more research: likely venomous, don't approach. It returned to the porch again and was shewed it again. The third time it returned to the porch, we didn't shew it. I dropped a rock on it and now it is dead. We aren't sure we did the right thing. We probably didn't. We like animals and it was a beautiful creature but we have a dog and he is a beautiful creature too and we are responsible for him. I wish moving to Brazil came with a handbook that provided some guidance for times like these.
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