A friend of mine and I like to ride what we call the "flats" out near the fish ponds here in NEA. One day we were riding along and a snake darted (snakes don't really dart but this is the best word I could come up with) in her path. Thankfully the snake timed it right and lived to tell the tale. I am now hypervigilant that every stick I see could be a snake. We have lots of snakes in this part of the state which is why I stick to road biking! I too admire the posters that took the time to take the photos. SOmeday I will tell the tale of my encounter with the three ninja coons!