I hate Snakes. Period.
I’ve had Night Terrors for over twenty-five years regarding something I haven’t talked about on here yet. The night terrors, many times, have snakes.
The Mountain that we live on was called “Rattlesnake Mountain” by the older generation.
For years, that’s all anyone called this Mountain.
—Then, come along a realtor.
She thought, “I wonder why I can’t move any of the houses I’m trying to sell on ‘Rattlesnake Mountain?'”
…And now the Mountain is called “Smoke Rise.”
And the housing market does much better with that name.
Today alone, I’ve run over 2 Rattle Snakes while driving up the Mountain. —Running over them doesn’t kill them. No. You have to stop, push the brake pedal down and skid the tires over the snake’s body, and rip its little head off. I didn’t take the time to do that, though. I always fear the little thing will see an opening into my floorboard and get inside my vehicle. —So, I don’t stop for snakes.
I saw one “Black-Racer” in the neighbors’ driveway.
A “Black-Racer” is a very fast black snake that has been known to chase a person, but it isn’t poisonous.
Non-poisonous snakes many times will kill the poisonous snakes. So it’s best to leave them be.
When I pulled into our driveway to park, I watched to see if any snakes were around.
I actually sat in my vehicle for thirty seconds or more, wondering crazy things before opening my door to hop out.
“Can a snake be stuck to the bottom of my vehicle and then strike me as I hop out?”
“I wonder if one could get inside through the tailpipe……the A/C?”
Then I think, “Wonder if one’s inside the vehicle with me right now?” and I throw open the door and get out.
I’m going to have to pay close attention while at the “Disabled Garden.”
I’m going to have to pay close attention while watering mom’s flowers or just walking outside.
And……It’s going to be a long Summer…
