Tuesday, April 1, 2008

We might have to move!


Bud and I decided we needed some exercise last night and went for a long walk. After 9:00 PM. In the dark. Scary things come out in the dark.

Okay, so I've bragged about living in Texas and only having seen one live snake. I was in my van at the time. And I ran over it. Three times. Yes, I drove around the block to accomplish that. Hey, you can never be too sure with those slithery things. (I do realize this admission is going to cause me to be a target for all the animal rights activists, despite my deep love for all of God's other creatures.) Apparently, I've bragged about my record one too many times.

So, we're walking along enjoying our time alone together. Suddenly, a "stick" on the sidewalk began to wiggle. Writhe. Slither. Did I mention this was within feet of my feet?? As it made its way into the grass of a nearby lawn and disappeared, it occurred to me how many times I've walked barefoot on my lawn. Oh, sure. I was careful. I'm always on the lookout for these sneaky snakes. But if this one could be unseen in this lawn, how many were camouflaged in my lawn? I can't even begin to describe the shiver that exploded at the base of my spine and ran like an electrical current to the top of my skull. My scalp still tingles when I think about it.

By the way, if my Prince Charming tries to tell you this snake was less than a foot in length - he's lying.

1 comment:

j said...

ACK! OMG-osh that is horrifying!

When hubby was a young man he came upon a Rattle Snake. He NEARLY stepped on it in fact. He was hunting so he promptly shot it and gathered up the dead snake. He ate it AND got the snake skin tanned. Red neck? Um, YEP!

Jen