This morning I was riding up by "rattlesnake hill" - named for the 6-7 foot rattler that lives there, and his many friends that come down the hill and end up in the school yard across the street.
Anyway, I see this little lump of something up ahead and realize it's squirming. "Oh great! A snake!!" I think, but as I get closer I realize that it's been hit and is in the throes of death. It's a baby rattlesnake probably about 1.5 feet long.
So I give it a wide berth and say out loud "YUCK" as it's all bloody, and well... It's a snake!!
So then I think to myself "what would Nanci do??"... And I spend the next few miles pondering, and laughing out loud as I imagine her trying to apply a tourniquet to stop the bleeding, and trying to bring him back to life.... Stopping just short of mouth to mouth- cause well... It's a Rattlesnake!!
Then I see her saying a little prayer over his lifeless snake body, sending him off to snake heaven..