Then yesterday, when I stepped out on my front porch, I found a venomous cottonmouth moccasin staring at me. It coiled up and struck toward me, and I screamed and jumped back inside the house. I watched it out my living room window though, because I knew my husband and children were on their way home from visiting my in-laws, and I wanted to make sure it slithered away before they got home. Well, thirty minutes later, it was still in our front yard, so my husband ended up having to shoot it. (There was no way he could have killed it with a shovel because it was too big). If my kids or pets had stumbled upon this snake, it would have been horrible.

Anyway, so I'm really tired of having close encounters with snakes. Hurry up winter!





