killing the poor little watersnake

I came home this eve to find my parents freaking out about a snake that had curled up behind a flower pot near the door. In an attempt to kill it, dad broke its back. It could move, just not fast enough. But definitely fast enough to make a oooh or aaah run around the gathering every time our poor-snake decided to move its head around.

People peering into our campus from the neighbouring houses to get
updates on the snake-story were hushing amongst themselves
contemplating what snake it could be. They tried their intelligence at
everything.. krait, viper, cobra, asp.. but missed the most obvious one..
a harmless simple 'watersnake' that comes around during the rains :-S

A neighbour even brought a small bowl of milk and a piece of camphor and lit it up in front of the snake. The logic behind the act being: the snake will see the camphor, understand that we mean no harm to it, drink the milk, and happily crawl away. She obviously forgot the fact that with a broken back the snake aint gonna move anywhere out.

I could not take the joke any longer, and put an end to the snake's agony with a crowbar.