HH found a lovely gifton the corner of his
Mini-Mansion today.
No, it's not a sausage-
casing. It's a freakin'
snakeskin! From one
honkin' big reptile!
HH says he doesn't
know what kind of
snake left this skin.
He ventured that it
might have been a
copperhead. Who
knows. Certainly
not me.
HH measured theskin, and found it
to be exactly 60 "
long. That's FIVE
FEET, people! A
five-foot-long snake
was hanging on HH's
cabin!
I hope Farmer H
watches where he
steps. And that it
wasn't a copperhead
skin. I hear they
mate for life. We
don't need another
skin. Really.
6 comments:
Copperheads are bastards... every last one of them. Don't listen to what those nimrods from Greenpeace say, it's high time for copperhead genocide.
WV: Facers - the Copperheads that go for your head... as opposed to the ones that go for your feet or butt
Stewingupsomerattlesnakestew,
I believe copperheads are the preferred snake of those holy-rollin' snake-handlin' congregations.
Wow. Do Copperheads really get that long? I guess it wasn't a rat snake? I hope for your sake (and the snake's sake too) that it was a rat snake. Ewww.
Do you get Timber rattlesnakes in your neck of the woods?
Chick,
I've seen several black snakes smashed on the road this week. Maybe that's all it was. I don't think we get timber rattlers. The MiniMansion is next to the creek, and there are scraggy rocks all down the hill. I'm sure there's a whole den of serpents lying in wait for Farmer H.
If there's a creek, do you have water moccasins? Cottonmouths?
Miss Ann,
Oooooh! I never thought of a cottonmouth!
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