Giant Sleeping Snake Incident...
Late one Sunday afternoon, whilst wandering around barefooted, feeding and watering all the feathered creatures, I walk onto the back porch (where I store all my different critter feeds in big, blue buckets) to grab some feed when I stumbled (literally) upon ^that^ bad boy! Me, being..well me, I screamed bloody murder and ran inside, immediately putting my boots on, before searching for a guy and a gun...in that order.
Much to my dismay all the big guys had just driven off into the cow pasture and wouldn't be back for awhile, the only guy in town was my little brother, Stockton, who at the time of my *ahem* screaming my head off, was out catching grass hoppers for his lizards. But, thankfully, when he heard my desperate cry (....OK scream...) for help he came back to the house to see what was a foot. We quickly informed him of the quest, who was sound asleep and completely relaxed on our cool, concrete back porch. He assumed the role of "Snake Killer" and quickly ran inside to grab a gun. Meanwhile, the poor snake had no idea what was going on, and only woke up long enough to rattle once or twice before dying. But, alas, I dislike snakes with an incredible passion and they are defiantly NOT welcome on my back porch or anywhere else for that matter.
Now, when I first saw Mr. Sacked-out-snake, and then proceeded to scream (quite loudly) I was shocked to find that he didn't wake up from his deep slumber. You should have seen him..so you could have screamed along with me.....no, no that's not what I as getting at, you really should have seen how relaxed this snake was. He must have just eaten some mice, rats, eggs, or something because he was as big around as my first. Big, bad, scary snake! Yipes!
I actually found out later, after this whole event was over, that Mom had been in the front yard when I screamed and she didn't pay any mind, because just minutes before Carolina and I had been spraying (OK soaking) each other with the water hose and were screaming and yelling like wild banshies and Indians. She just took it for normal happenings and didn't know it was actually screams of terror she heard..and not joy! ;)
And there you have it, my giant sleeping snake story.
Now I had better quit talking about snakes because the camera cord that is coiled up on the bed, next to me is beginning to look like a snake. It's time for my bedtime methinks!
Have you had any experience with poisonous snakes? Do tell, so we can all shake, shiver, and scream for fright together!!