We drove up to the mountains and hung out together, went out to eat, looked at deer, saw a rattlesnake–no joke. A real, honest-to-God 3 foot long rattlesnake. I was less than 3 feet from it (from inside the car, of course). More on that story in a minute.
Keeping in mind I’m not much of an outdoors kind of person (okay, yeah, understatement of the year), I had a really good time. Of course, the place we stayed had air conditioning so it wasn’t like we were roughing it or anything. My days of sleeping in tents are OVER.
That’s the man I married right there in the photo…I think that picture pretty much sums the guy up. If he were wearing camo, it would be perfect.
Now, about that rattlesnake. We’re driving along on some WAYback road and he stops the car.
“Why did you stop?”
“There’s a rattlesnake in the road.”
“What?” I look around, and see something. “That’s a stick in the road. “
“That is a rattlesnake.”
“How can you tell? It’s dark out here. And that thing isn’t moving.”
“It’s a rattlesnake. Trust me.”
“I’m going to get out and poke it with a stick. If it is a rattlesnake, it’s dead.”
“You are NOT getting out of the car…and it’s not dead.”
“Drive up next to it so I can see. I’ll lean out the window and take a picture of it.”
“Debra, they can jump the length of their body. DON’T lean out the window.”
He drove up next to it. I rolled down my window and looked. The thing’s head turned toward me.
I jumped so high I knocked myself in the head on the roof of the car. “*^%%! It IS ALIVE.”
“Okay, let me take the picture!!!” I pulled out my camera and snapped a photo. “You walk around in these woods with poisonous snakes in them?!”
He knows me so well. And that’s why I love the guy…not once did he get upset or tell me I was an idiot. LOL. He just stays so calm all the time. For a high-strung girl like me, you gotta love that.
See? It is a rattlesnake. Ick. Why oh why would people want to walk around with things like this hanging out masquerading as sticks?