For my doctoral research, I am studying the evolutionary biology of a species of garter snake known as Thamnophis elegans. This species ranges across the Western North America, from Baja California to British Columbia, and east to South Dakota. A quite adaptable little species and has been cited as having the widest diet of any colubrid snake in the world; eating fish, amphibians, mammals, birds, leeches, worms, slugs and a variety of other invertebrates.
Having done a lot of searching for information about garter snakes, I stumbled upon a few rather interesteting Native American legends about garter snakes in the Pacific Northwest. Judging by the location of these legends, these are almost certainly about my study species, Thamnophis elegans. Here is the first:
“Kemush, Old Man of the Ancients, ruled as follows: The Klamath Lake people, Maklaks, from a service-berry bush, from Tschak, he made. He made the Kakalish people from skunks. Northward while he had gone, he created them on his way. Klamath Lake people he laid down in the sun heat. The white people he laid in the shade. Therefore the Maklaks are dark. The white race is light and beyond the sea he made a world for them.
Kemush made mole also, flybug also, garter snake also. When he had made them, they began to argue about man.
Mole said: I want human beings to live to a great age.
Garter snake thus spoke: "I order man to be thus made. Garter Snake began shedding its skin, saying: This way I want man to become, after having grown to be of great age — always to grow young again.
On that subject Mole said: And I want human beings to be thus made — decrepit by age. Shivering, he said, Thus I want human beings to shiver.
Flybug also voted with Mole, Flybug said: Many human beings, acting cruelly, will step on me and crush me. Thus they argued.”
–in Myths and legends of the Pacfic Northwest by Katherin Judson
The Klamath garter snake (Thamnophis elegans “biscutatus”), now considered to be an intergrade between the Mountain garter snake (Thamnophis elegans elegans) of the Sierras and the Wandering garter snake (Thamnophis elegans vagrans) of the great basin, is quite spectacular as garter snakes go. It is extremely large for the species, and as numerous herpetologists before me have noted, they are astoundingly common around Klamath Lake. It is little wonder that the native americans in this area have legends about them, as they likely encountered them on a daily basis. What amuses me most about this legend is that, ironically, Thamnophis elegans has started to become a model system for the evolution of aging . As with all reptiles, garter snakes exhibit indeterminate growth. That is, adults never technically stop growing, although they slow considerably. I appreciate this legend especially since the snakes around Klamath Lake are among the largest of the species, and may in fact be the longest lived. I have found many that exhibit many scars and wounds from past battles, likely indicating that many of the large snakes found around the lake are also quite old. This is one of my favorite snakes, a gravid female Klamath garter from Modoc county in California with numerous wounds, to illustrate:

Inspired by this story, I searched the internet for more legends and found this Okanagon indian legend:
Every snow, Thunderbird [Suck-z'-cum] of the snow-land came to devour the fairest of the virgins among the villages. It was the custom that the maiden go meet the monster, to be eaten for the sake of her tribe. Thunderbird was satisfied to leave the people unmolested so long as he was given this yearly sacrifice; but it must be at his first appearance from the snow-land, at his first rolling among the clouds. No one had ever been able to scare Thunderbird, could not frighten him from his human feast. With the spring there was wailing for the victim.
At last Garter Snake [Sku-qua-wel'hau] thought that he would try to meet Thunderbird. The maiden chosen to perish was one that Garter Snake loved. When she left the village crying, going to her terrible death, Garter Snake put on his best warbonnet and followed her. The maiden saw him. She begged him to return lest he also be killed.
Garter Snake said, “No! I am going to die with you.”
She said to Garter Snake, “Go back to our people! You cannot stand before Thunderbird! I alone will die!”
But Garter Snake would not turn back. Soon he heard the flapping of great wings. It was Thunderbird coming. Garter Snake’s legs shook with fear. He wanted to run away, but his pride, his love for the girl, made him brave. He met Thunderbird without revealing that he was afraid.
Thunderbird spit fire, spit lightning towards Garter Snake. Garter Snake did not run. He spit fire back at Thunderbird. This stopped Thunderbird. Thunderbird thought, “This must be someone more powerful than I to Spit fire as I do”. Thunderbird said to Garter Snake, “What do you fear? What are you afraid of?”
Garter Snake answered, “I fear nothing! Nothing can hurt me. If you wish to fight, I will show you how big a fire I can spit.”
These words Thunderbird believed, for none of the tribes had dared to meet him before. Only the timid maidens who came crying to their death had ever faced him. Thunderbird spit a bigger fire, thinking to scare Garter Snake. But Garter Snake spit a great fire streaming in the face of Thunderbird. This soon scared Thunderbird, who turned towards his snow-country home. Garter Snake followed him, spitting fire as he chased the big Thunderbird.
Garter Snake said to him after driving him home, “From this day you will never come back to our land to devour the people. You will only roam the skies, only make rumblings and crashing amid the storm gathering.”
Since that time Thunderbird has kept away from the people. He was ashamed because Garter Snake had driven him away with spitting fire. He never came back to destroy the tribes of the warm countries. He could only fly through the upper space, only clash his broad wings among the clouds, spitting fire from his great mouth.
Garter Snake went back to his people with the maiden whom he had saved. For his bravery in protecting the tribes from Thunderbird, for scaring away the mighty air-monster with his pretended power, they gave Garter Snake a pretty green blanket with stripes. This garb Garter Snake wears to this day.
(Okanagon)
Furthermore, the website had this blurb:
The Indian name for Garter Snake can be transcribed as Sku-qua-wel’hau. Modified to Chewelah, the name is give to the town in Stevens County, and to the creek that runs through it. The location for both was apparently known for garter snakes, though some sources say, small water snakes. Others say that from the surrounding mountains, the small brook wound around like a garter snake.
Chewelah, Washington is top on my list of places to go now. This again is almost certainly Thamnophis elegans, but this time it is the Wandering garter snake Thamnophis elegans vagrans. What’s great about this legend is that the Wandering garter snakes from eastern Washington are notoriously bitey. Having experienced Thamnophis elegans from a variety of regions, I can tell you that there is enormous geographic variation in the aggressiveness of these snakes. In many areas, I can collect hundreds of snakes without ever getting a single bite. Furthermore, recent studies have shown that the venom of T. elegans vagransfrom eastern Washington causes myonecrosis; that is, the venom of this species can cause death of muscle tissue and has shown activity in humans. While certainly not life threatening, I have heard first hand experience of bites from eastern Wa. garters causing a person’s hand to freeze up. I have tested this with Eastern Oregon snakes. Although they are much less aggressive, I let one chew on my hand for as long as it wanted. Because they lack specialized delivery fangs, the venom essentially just oozes into the wound by diffusion, making it much less efficient than the specialized, hollow fangs of vipers, for example. Nevertheless, once the snake released I immediately felt numbness and tingling in the area of the wound. Blood flowed freely from the wound for several minutes, indicating anti-coagulants in the venom. Within 5 minutes, my hand started to swell, and pain and stiffness followed. In about an hour or two, my entire hand was swollen and looked like an inflated rubber glove. I could still feel tenderness on my hand for days.
Reading the legend, it is obvious that the native people of eastern Washington had similar observations of the personality of their snakes. Likely, they knew that the garter snakes in their region were much braver and aggressive than snakes in other areas. Furthermore, the “spitting fire” from its mouth could easily stem from observations of the potency of its venom.
I often wonder why the snakes I catch elsewhere don’t bother even trying to bite, it seems like they should. They have venom, they have teeth, and as far as they know, I’m going to eat them; so what do they have to lose? Yet 9 times out of 10, most garters will not bite when caught, but merely try to escape. I rather like the sentiment that the snakes in eastern Washington behave the way they do out of an act of great bravery, and a sudden realization of the dormant power they hold in “spitting fire”.
Garters are probably the most successful snake, and possible reptile, at resisting the negative impacts of human invasion. They live alongside us in our cities throughout the Pacific Northwest, and simply try to get by without us noticing them. Yet, the shelves of the local home depot are stocked with snake repellant and if I mention I’m searching for garter snakes to any locals they give me lame responses like “make sure you don’t bring any around here!”. What I love about these legends is that they accurately capture the character of the snakes in their region. The Native Americans knew the snakes, they knew the personality and the character of their snakes based on frequent observation and interactions. People now do not know snakes, yet they make the judgement that they’re scary and need to be chased away, because that’s what culture tells them they should think. It makes you realize how far we’ve come away from really interacting with nature and knowing the natural history of our local environment. These snakes are easily found by any careful observer, why not take some time to learn the personality of your local garter snake?



