Snake stories
Sitting around the table after dinner tonight, we each told our best snake story.
Grandpa ran over a rattlesnake with his lawnmower. He hung it in the tree, finished mowing the yard, and then, once he was back in the house, he thought, I should go get the rattler off that snake. So he walked back out to the tree where he had hung it, but by then a bird had gotten it.
Dad was driving down the highway one day and saw a snake crawling across the road that was so long its head got to the median before its tail was out of the grass.
I was using an earth auger to dig holes for tomato plants when the bit stopped turning. I looked down in the hole and I could see something wrapped around the bit. I thought it was a rope. I reached down to pull it out and then the head of a snake came up and hissed at me. I jumped back, pulled the cord to start the auger, and minced the snake into fertilizer.