Memorial Day found some of my family gathering at my parents for a cookout and pool party. When we got there, I headed inside bearing bags of food. I stopped dead in my tracks when my husband said in a pretty calm voice. "Hey honey, check out this snake you just walked by". To which I promptly responded by dropping all baggage and running for the nearest safe place. You see, I don't really run toward "danger" (which in this case was a snake), I run as fast as I can the other way. But curiosity got the best of me and I ventured over for a closer look. Sure enough, there it sat, sunning itself and digesting it's latest meal. There was a big bulge in it's middle region. I don't have pics of when we first seen it, because I was to busy being scared for my life. There's just something about snakes that......UGH.
Flash backwards to one of my visits to Nevada. There are rattlesnakes out there and here I am forcing myself to touch one! You can tell my my face that I wasn't enjooying it too much!
We put the snake in a bucket so the rest of the family could see it when they got there. When we went back to get it, there was a frog in the bucket as well. Remember how I said, there was a bulge in the snake? Well, the poor snake had been so distressed by all the commotion that it didn't get time to finish digesting it's meal. Let's just say it looked disgusting!
When my brother came, he put on some heavy duty gloves and stretched it out so the kids could touch it.
"Did you touch it"? you ask. Seriously, do you even need to ask?
The snake now has a home with Dontae's turtle although I hear his mother refuses to let it live in the house. Can you blame her? I sure don't!
Now...on to happier things!