Unfortunately for "J" the snake was injured from all the things being thrown at it. They could see it begin to bleed (or some kind of fluid coming from it's body). "C" wanted me to put a bandaid from our first aid kit on him. I told him I didn't think it would help. He said that the snake's mommy and daddy would give him a bandaid.
As we observed the snake he opened his mouth and put out his tongue. The debate over whether the snake had teeth or not ensued. This led to a discussion on the color of the snake's tongue. Some children were sure that the tongue would turn from pink to black when it was going to strike. ( I have yet to find any information on the internet to back up that claim.).
After much coaxing I convinced them to leave the snake alone for while. They went back to playing. Before too long I looked over and they were carrying the snake by his tail. He was dead. They HAD to bury him.
Since we didn't have any shovels the kids did the next best thing:
They decided his name was Todd.