Over the holiday weekend we encountered a friend swimming towards our boat ramp. Not the “let’s be friends” type of friend but the cold blooded kind. He was swimming about, and in the water it’s hard to tell what type of friend we’re dealing with. Our neighbor was bit by a copperhead last year. Upon closer inspection, he was just a black rat snake. Then again, he was a seven foot black rat snake. And…rat snakes bite. This I know for a fact, might even still have the scar to prove it. Our friend is no longer with us, and now can eat all the mice of his dreams in snake heaven. He looked a little like this (only a lot bigger):
I was brave…very brave.