Update to Ode to May....

Okay nevermind, I digress. It isn't cold enough that not so many snakes are out. Because, well, a couple weeks ago, I nearly (nearly=4 inches max.) stepped on a little guy like this:



This is the closest I have ever gotten to one of these scary terrible creatures. I didn't see him, he didn't see me, until I nearly smashed him with my sandals (read: bare ankles and lots of easily accessible flesh). He rattled at me and started retracting and I yelled "rattlesnake" and ran.

So, I figure that I've lived in Utah about 20 years, and it's taken me this long to see this lovely little slithery deadly creature up close and personal, I guess I have another 20 years until I have to see another one. I wish it worked that way. But I can keep telling myself that it does.