I’m no stranger to country critters. Raccoons. Possums. Coyotes. Hoot Owls. Buzzards. Snakes. Spiders. Mice. You name it, I’ve encountered it. (…probably.) Now, that doesn’t mean I’ve necessarily ENJOYED my encounters.
If you know me well at all you know that among all of the above listed creatures, mice rank at the top of my list for giving me the heebie-jeebies. That’s a very technical term… heebie-jeebies, you know. It’s that feeling you get when something creeps you out to the Nth degree. It’s become a comical thing in our household… me and my heebie-jeebies. There’s even a dance that goes along with a heebie-jeebie attack. It’s quite comical, as well.
After moving further south I have a NEW “top of the list”.
Friends, meet the Kansas rattlesnake.
Insert screams, shudders, tingling sensations in the spine, any sort of heebie-jeebie type dance movement that your body may involuntarily convulse in. These dudes are BAD to the bone. …and they like to lurk in all the wrong places.
This guy was happily minding his own business in the tall grass next to the hay barn at our house. Grady happened to be weed eating on this particular day and “got him”. This is just a little too close for comfort.
As I said before, I’m no stranger to rattlesnakes. They frequented the yard I grew up in as a child on our family ranch not far from where we are now. But… that was a REALLY long time ago, back when dirt was being invented, as my kids like to say. So, it had, OBVIOUSLY, been “a while” since I ran into one.
This was the very first one we came across since the move.
**Sorry for the gore, but I don’t like to take pictures until they’re good and DEAD. …and “chopping” them is the only effective form of extermination.**
This guy was under that big rock in a pasture where we have a set of pens for shipping out cattle. Tucker actually found him, which frightens the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks out of us. He had been playing out there while he wasn’t needed. After we were done loading cattle and sent the cattle pots (rancher’s term for a semi hauling cattle) on their way he told Grady that he “thought” there was a rattlesnake under a rock, but wasn’t sure. Lo and behold he was right! Mr. Rattles was just chillin’ out under that rock. We made sure to educate Tucker on what they look like and sound like.
Throughout the summer Grady has come across many more. It’s routine for him to carry his pistol in the truck for easier extermination. He tries to bring home the rattles for Tucker, who is fascinated with them.
I’m really hoping that this collection stays small!!!!
Peace, love and NASTY rattles.