Then chopped off its head.
Yesterday, in the 95 degree late afternoon, I trudged down the stairs to the garden with the express intent of opening the greenhouse door to let a breeze through.
I was wearing a dress and loafers. (ie. Ankles exposed)
Just as I reached the garden gate, and having noticed nothing out of the ordinary, I heard it. The sound you will never mistake once you hear it.
“There is nothing so eloquent as a rattlesnake’s tail.” – Native American Proverb
Oh, how true.
You don’t take time to stop, look and ponder where the sound came from, you scream and jump as far AWAY from it as possible. No thinking involved. Just FLIGHT.
The rattlesnake, on the other hand, seemed to only be thinking FIGHT.
It must have been laid out across the ground in front of the gate sunning itself, BUT THEY ARE SO INCREDIBLY CAMOFLAUGED, I never saw it.
The rattle screamed it’s warning and only then did I noticed the snake recoiled in strike position. Not the typical round coil like you see in pictures, but a sort of standing up S shape. Head raised off the ground a good 8 inches and tail perched in the air rattling.
I was alone. No husband to shout to for help. No kids to command, ‘Run Inside And Get Papi!’ Just me. And one of nature’s most awesome, fear instilling creatures.
And four gallons of adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Within 15 seconds, after a cautious sprint to the barn, a flathead shovel found its way into my grip.
The rattler stayed in the same FIGHT position the entire time. Not retreating, just rattling and ready to attack.
A plethora of thoughts went through my mind before killing it, including, maybe it could be trapped and relocated. Eh hem…NO.
After looking it in the fangs and thanking it for warning me, I dispatched of it.
– The Goat Cheese Lady
P.S. Yes, I saved the rattle.