True life: My house is located on the edge of civilization. We frequently have raccoons, tarantulas, coyotes, armadillos, centipedes, and even the occasional mountain lion roaming about. To some this might seem scary, but we just like to think of it as our own little zoo.
With highly poisonous reptiles roaming freely, of course.
We were hosting a lovely little pool party on Friday night complete with Central Market cake (the addition of this novelty in Graham signals a super-special occasion) custom floral arrangements and queso. Okay, so I arranged the flowers and Pioneer Woman inspired the queso, but I think you get the point... Clearly, this was one classy affair.
Our evening would have continued on uninterrupted if not for the appearance of one slithering friend.
This, city friends, is a copperhead. (Sorry, city friends. Y'all are just too easy of a target when I'm living in this wilderness.) Copperheads are bad, bad, bad. You can tell this by the triangular shape of their head. You see, all the poison is stored in the jaw area, creating the "triangle" shape.
I didn't even make that up.
So, luckily my mom is a true Wilderness Woman and is always on alert for slithering friends at night time. She shouted, my dad quickly grabbed a garden hoe, and we said our farewells to the serpent.
I mean, wow. He almost looks alive.
So, as luck would have it, we met our second snakey friend of the weekend coming home from the lake.
Now our snake knowledge doesn't go much further than copper=bad, but all signs pointed to this little buddy being friendly. Not too friendly though. Anything that is four feet long and hisses must stay safely below the car window. So we carried on.
Here's to hoping that was the last appearance of the serpentile variety for awhile.
Wait, they don't have snakes in California, do they?
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