What's amazing is that I do not see nearly the number of poisonous snakes than I used to. In the yard, on the road, anywhere. And I know they are here.
I am knocking on wood as I say this, because the last time I said that out loud, it was about seventeen years ago and I was driving home. I topped the McQuagge Bayou bridge on East Point Washington (before it was paved) and saw what appeared to be a log in the road. Log was moving...the head was already in the woods on the south side, and the tail hadn't come out of the marshy area on the north side yet. When the tail did come across, I swear it must have had 20 rattles. I know this is like one of those fish stories where the fish gets bigger every time you tell it, but I am not kidding here. That rattlesnake HAD to be between 10 - 12 feet long and 8 - 10 inches around. I just sat there, in awe and respect. It was almost beautiful, but it was the deadly kind of beauty that would make your hair stand up on end. It was by far the biggest diamondback I had ever seen, and I've seen a bunch of six-footers. I have never seen another one like it, not even in a zoo - and I'd be perfectly happy if I don't.