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Posted Tuesday, June 23, 2009, at 9:02 AM

Every Snake I See, This Is My Thought
When I was a kid, my mother would scream at the sight of a snake. I'm pretty sure she hasn't changed her tune much over the years either, so I'll blame my dislike of snakes on her. I'm not really afraid of snakes, but the darn things always surprise me even though they seem to be mostly interested in getting away from me about as much as I want to get away from them.

There is just something about snakes. A TV actor commented about the movie "Snakes On A Plane" by saying... Snakes on a plane, now that's scary. Imagine them in the seat back pockets, in the overhead, under your seat, ... you get the idea, and to be sure, though I somehow consider snakes on a plane an unlike prospect, if they were there, it would be scary. Even action hero Indiana Jones asked... "Why does always have to be snakes", so my dislike of snakes is pretty widely held.

What brings this all up is that last evening our neighbors stopped by with the remains of a rattlesnake draped across the front of their ATV. It was a rather large specimen for this area I was told... about 45 inches long, with at least 10 visible rattles and more looked like had they been broken off at the tip. Even though the darn serpent was dead, I wasn't interested in touching it either. The head was missing so I KNEW that snake was going nowhere... just the sight of the creepy thing was all I needed.

Now I'm not sayin' I think my neighbor is a practical joker, but the conversation moved on to what to do with the dead snake. One comment was that it would be fun to coil it up on so and so's car seat, and another idea was to place it on the front step at another place.

So if you are reading this and found a headless snake in an unusual location, I KNOW NOTHING! I subscribe to the ideology of plausible deniability when it comes to snakes, their demise, and their final resting places.

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If you are a kid and use the coiled dead snake trick on your mother, it can have painful "endings."

Just saying. . .

-- Posted by rjchris on Tue, Jun 23, 2009, at 9:24 AM

In the desert towns of the southwest, a common way for high school students to raise "date money" is catching rattlesnakes.

The girls drive, and the boys ride on the pickup or car front fenders -- or some even have homemade seats rigged on front.

Shortly after sundown, they start driving along the less traveled roads through the desert. The cold blooded snakes crawl onto the sun-warmed black asphalt surface to keep warm after sundown.

When someone spots a snake, they signal -- the driver stops, one boy holds an open burlap bag, another wields the long-handled snake hook, catches the snake and drops it into the bag.

Large plastic garbage cans are the most common means of holding and transporting the snakes.

Quite frequently, "snake drive dates" are Wednesday-Thursday-Friday.

Saturday morning, someone drives the heavily loaded container to a venom lab buyer in Tucson, Yuma, Phoenix, Las Cruces, El Paso or ??

Saturday night, the hunters share the rewards and go on a [very nice] regular date with the proceeds.

Wierd dating practice -- but makes sense in the desert.

Not surprisingly, young marrieds often continue the practice as a means to buy household necessities.

-- Posted by HerndonHank on Tue, Jun 23, 2009, at 3:00 PM

wierd but sensible

-- Posted by S&DC on Tue, Jun 23, 2009, at 6:52 PM

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