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Took a stroll down the road early this morning to examine an apparent snake roadkill. It was a beautiful dark bronze color, stretched out next to the verge. Sadly, I picked it up to at least get it off the road.
Ever notice that pre coffee, the human brain can go into overload really really easily? Like 3 or 4 functions is max in my case. So, aside from handling mundane things like standing up and breathing, my brain passes me along the info that the snake looks unharmed and has some rather odd scales for a ratter. As the snake laconically started to coil around my arm and flatten it's hood out my brain had a few more comments. First was, 'good thing you picked it up behind it's head' followed quickly with 'what now, genius?' and 'You need a picture of this!' That was rapidly quashed with the thought 'If your wife sees this tableau you will have less chance of survival than if this critter tags you a dozen times'.
A voice from much too close behind me asks what kind of snake was it. My brain snapped off several dozen gear teeth as it downshifted. I gave the snake a very casual panic struck toss in the direction of the river as I replied 'king cobra'.
She admonished me, 'I didn't get to see it!'.
Errr... 'Um... it was still alive.'
At 4' 11" there was little chance of her tossing me in the river to join the snake. She settled for kicking me which I justly deserved.
Ever notice that pre coffee, the human brain can go into overload really really easily? Like 3 or 4 functions is max in my case. So, aside from handling mundane things like standing up and breathing, my brain passes me along the info that the snake looks unharmed and has some rather odd scales for a ratter. As the snake laconically started to coil around my arm and flatten it's hood out my brain had a few more comments. First was, 'good thing you picked it up behind it's head' followed quickly with 'what now, genius?' and 'You need a picture of this!' That was rapidly quashed with the thought 'If your wife sees this tableau you will have less chance of survival than if this critter tags you a dozen times'.
A voice from much too close behind me asks what kind of snake was it. My brain snapped off several dozen gear teeth as it downshifted. I gave the snake a very casual panic struck toss in the direction of the river as I replied 'king cobra'.
She admonished me, 'I didn't get to see it!'.
Errr... 'Um... it was still alive.'
At 4' 11" there was little chance of her tossing me in the river to join the snake. She settled for kicking me which I justly deserved.
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