Did I ever mention that I hate snakes? I hate their slimy, squirming little snake bodies, waiting for just the right moment to scare the crap out of me! I hate them, hate them, hate them. I 'm sorry if hate is a strong word, but anything with stomach muscles like they have just isn't a good thing!
If only Eve hadn't screwed things up for mankind in the garden, maybe we wouldn't be cursed with the slimy, sneaky things!
I was helping with the evening wash and blow dry of the 4H calves in the big, fancy calving barn. I had just checked on the pizza cooking in the cowboy kitchen (I did say fancy) and stepped out the door. I heard a muffle rattle and without looking down.... I knew what it was. I hollered at Keith-rattle snake! My death defying husband of 15 years stepped around the corner and looked down. The slimy varmit took off slinking down the wall towards the cracked door to the cowboy's kitchen. Ummmm, who left the door open? He grabbed the first thing he found .... a sorting stick and starting swinging. He killed it! The baby rattle snake was dead.
Umm, Krista when do you come home from Math camp anyway????