Considering he was a three foot baby and I have a long stick while hiking and he was crawling up to my leg and over my boot is what posssessed me to move it.
I’d stopped to take in the view and Mr. Snake decided he was going to check out me.
Felt something go over my boot.
After calmly assessing the situation I convinced Mr. Snake that the end of my stick was a good thing to crawl over.
He was rather remarkably undisturbed by the whole thing.
Never buzzed his tail once.
He seemed, instead, to be enjoying the activity.
AFTER I moved him I fled the area as fast as my booted feet could carry me.
Feh, a rattler bite will only make you a little sick. Not that I’m looking forward to my first, but if it weren’t rattling, I’d have been glad for the new friend.
OK, perhaps Mr. Snake was of the “Make Love Not War” variety. I’m happy that you survived the encounter and am certain that he and his descendants probably don’t have the genetic makeup to survive in this world. However, it would be fun if we could all be happy together. (This is a family thread, so I won’t include the exclusions.)