Y’all watch while I oogie out Da Bear…
Firday night, I had bambilance duty with my buddy Tollie. Whist returning to the station from a catfish dinner that couldn’t be beat, we turned the corner at an intersection and he hollered, “OHMYGAWD!!! Look at that copperhead!!!”
I was riding shotgun, and missed seeing the snake in the road because I was far too busy watching for Bambis on my side. The bambilance came to a screeching halt, he flipped on the lights, and jumped out. I went out on my side.
Sure enough, sitting in the other lane was a copperhead (note to all you furriners, a copperhead is a venomous snake native to North America; basically a rattlesnake without the rattles). It was roughly a yard/meter long, and as big around as my wrist, 10" in circumference. For copperheads, this was big.
The damned fool runs right up to it, was just about a yard away, and the snake coiled up to strike. The only thing that called Tollie off was oncoming traffic; it broke his concentration, and when he finally looked up to see the cars waiting for him to get out of the road, the snake headed for the ditch and got away.
“Oh ma-an, I wish I had my camera. That was a big, gorgeous snake.” Tollie is working on a portfolio and book of creepy critters.
“Dude, if he bit you, I’d be the one to have to haul your ass to the hospital for the antivenom, and I can’t do it alone…”
He rambled on all frikkin’ night about that snake, too… :rolleyes: 