I’ll take a photo when my pulse slows down!
I move the water hose, and think is that a pile of dog poop in my grass? That is one sick dog.
I straighten up. Wait. Is that a plastic toy?
Did I see a tongue move?
What do I do???
Call an exterminator?
I think, It is in striking distance, diamond shape skin. I am wearing flip flops – NEVER do that again! Get ready to move right foot back and be ready to run.
Into the garage I run. No good killing tools, they are out back. Door locked.
Run around towards front door. 6 feet from snake… still there.
Inside the door, I pulled my right boot on, left boot would only go half way on. Boots are meant for socks.
I run out the back door.
I see a hoe and a lawn aerator. PERFECT, I scream in my head.
I run back to the front yard. What did I see?
Still coiled up ready to strike.
I pause about 45 seconds to adjust aerator for best pinning shot. I STRIKE!
GOT IT! It seems to be only partially pinned. I keeps hiding under the aerator.
I tap. And I tap.
This is not working.
It strikes out trying to run.
From the long arm of Judge Roy Bean, ‘Law west, and east of the Pecos?’
WHEW! I think I need a cool down. Blog it. Then shoot it (not with the .45’s, the camera!)”
Would you have shoot it with a 1911 .45? Or, do you wish it had been a politician?