Sunday, August 21, 2022

my encounter with a baby rattler

 I was weeding early one morning, pulled up a hunk of weeks, and there was a baby diamondback in my hand. It was calm--no biting, hissing, twisting--so I was calm and put it back down. ("Oops, sorry," I said, though I know it doesn't speak Human languages at all.)

Baby rattlers have a bad reputation: they don't know to conserve venom, so they may deliver every bit they have into you (not a good thing). But it was early enough or some other smack upside the head of luck left me with nothing but a slightly amusing story.

Bad photo in low light, but here it is, caught in a bucket. It has a single white rattle so could make no noise. It was relocated to a wild area.

There is no truth to the rumor that I am now a "snake whisperer."


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