‘Tis The Season

When the rattle snakes start making their appearances.  While heading to the bedroom, I saw Truffalo staring down something outside the sliding glass door in the living room.  I thought, “Now what?”  He’s always going crazy over everything – rabbits, crickets, birds, lizards, javelinas, bobcats.  Then I noticed he was acting differently.  He wasn’t barking and prancing around like his usual loony self; he was growling with trepidation.

Dog meets rattler for the first time, luckily with a door in between .
Sinister looking thing…
J was in the shower at the time, I’m out in the living room semi-freaking out, Truffalo’s mesmerized, and Mocha couldn’t care less.  As soon as J finished showering, he grabbed a shovel, and long story short, killed the rattlesnake.  As we were deciding where to dispose the snake, J briefly suggested that we put it on the grill. 

No snake here.  This was the chicken we had the day before.
Paired with BV 2006 Cab.  On the nose: 甜酒灢 (sweetened, fermented rice wine), I’ll bet no other wine critic will ever come up with that one.

But I digress.  I later found out that we could have called 911, had the fire department come capture the snake, and release it into the wild.  Now I feel guilty that we killed a ‘harmless’ snake.  I’m starting to wonder if there’s a den around our house because this is the second snake to die in our hands.  The first rattler perished in dad’s hands a year and a half ago.
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2 Responses to ‘Tis The Season

  1. My family is heading out to Arizona this week, and if they encounter a rattler they will freak the eff out. I wish I could be there to see their faces if they did!

  2. L.Y. says:

    If you want to witness some Kodak moment, you can bring your family to the Catalina State Park in Tucson in Sept. We went hiking there 9/07 and on both sides of the trails were coils and coils of rattlers as thick as a man's forearm! I haven't been back since.

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