A snake in the grass.
I vaguely remember some stupid middle school joke about “a snake in the grass.” I never really got it, but I have no doubt it had to do with sex. This post, however, has nothing to do with sex. Sorry. Better luck next time.
This post could alternately be called Close Encounters of the Reptile Kind.
Disclaimer, before continuing: I’m not Chinese. I haven’t a clue regarding the significance behind The Year of the _____ (fill in animal name), and I mean no disrespect when I say…
Clearly, 2010 is the Year of the Snake. In my ‘hood, anyway. First, there was the rattlesnake in early July, which Andy kindly killed with his Toyota. Second, there was the hungry little caterpillar garden snake in late July, which we now call The One Who Got Away, since Andy didn’t assassinate the little guy. Third, the water moccasin who lost his head in the epic battle of Spawn of Satan vs Andy. All this leads to #4… Mr. Rat Snake (not to be confused with the town bully, Mr. Rattle Snake).
Yesterday while Andy was at work pulling weeds (he’s a landscaper, as you may recall), Mr. Rat Snake either (1) thought Andy’s leg looked like a tasty snack or (2) got the crap scared out of him, and decided to viciously attack my husband’s leg. Luckily, my husband’s calf is made of straight up steel, so Mr. Rat Snake likely suffered life-threatening injuries to his head before retreating somewhere private to die. Andy’s leg now has two small scratches, similar to those one might receive when walking a bit too closely to a rose bush.
So, there you have it. Andy was bit by a snake. Thankfully, it wasn’t a “real” bite by a poisonous snake, and no anti-venom was required.
Seriously! How can u still think Florida is the best place to live! SNAKES freak me out and if i was bit by one I would have to take zanax just to go outside!