I also created the Coachwhip Club many years ago. To become a member, you must catch a coachwhip, and have it bite you. Funny thing is, it's an extremely easy club to enter. Why? Because if you can actually catch a coachwhip, it will ALWAYS bite you. Last year was a banner year. We had four new, young field biologists become members! Haha!
All the best, Salamander!
Wow, what a thrill those must have been.
I get giddy if I see a Garter or Milk Snake in my yard.
I have loved snakes ever since I was very small girl, much to the horror of my severely phobic dad.
My parents learned to dread my return, every time I went to play in the woods or fields.
I rarely came home alone.
To them, the words “Guess what I got” was tantamount to the first line in every horror story ever told.
;D