Sunday, May 20, 2012
Hubby and I went for an after-dinner walk Friday. It was meant to be short and leaiurely. As we walked down the long country road he told me to look up, straight ahead. I thought he was giving me a tip to improve my posture and speed. He wouldn't answer my question as to why. That look meant there was a snake. I began to panic. I did as he said knowing that there was no place to go but forward.
It was a dead snake, but I have a phobia of them dead, alive, stuffed or smooshed in the road. We went on but had to turn around and pass it again. Of course I'm praying, thinking of the Moses story the whole time. Once again we passed the snake. I couldn't look. I took hubby's hat and made it into a blinder and let him lead me by the hand. I was probably holding my breath until I was sure it was behind us.
I slowly recovered my composure and kept walking towards home. Lo and behold up ahead I see something in the middle of the road. I shuddered and refused to go on. Now I'm between two snakes. At least the one behind us was dead. The one ahead was very much alive, and a baby rattler to boot. It must have been hit, though. It was alive, but stunned. More prayers, more realization I had to trust God. There were fields on either side of us so chances were there were more hiding. I refused to go ahead. Being a country road it was a bit of a wait til a car came down the road. Yes! It would hit the snake. But no, his wheels were on either side of it. I was so disappointed. Awhile later another vehicle came down the road and "smack". I watched it get flung up and smack down on the pavement. I was assured the poisonous creature was dead and I could go on.
Hubby and our border collie had to check out the remains. My back in spasms from tensing up, I somehow passed the scence and made it home safely.
Now what will my walking plan be? As it turned out the first snake was a rattler,too. Maybe I should take my chances in the foothills - I think the bears are keeping the rattlers off the trails.