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Depends on what part of middle Tenn. girl. I happen to live in the most beautiful part of middle Tennessee, not dumping on East at all, but it sure is nice here.

"A little one, garden snake, but it still freaked me out Ewwww"

You weenie!! LOL a little bitty garden snake scared you? You'd think you were a city gal! I have killed, personally, a number of poisonous snakes right here in my woods. Several have been shot, one cut up with a hoe, and if I am driving, they are stomped with my car. Rattlers will get as big as your arm if they have any age on them.

Mr G's brother was always getting into trouble with snakes. As about a 12 year old, he started hollering for his dad to come quick. He had a rattlesnake pinned down with a forked stick and wanted help catching it. Another time he ran out of meal worms for his snake so he decided to induce hibernation..... and set it in the fridge.

In my head I can hear his mother's scream to this day, and I was still at least 15 years away from meeting the family.

“Rattlers will get as big as your arm if they have any age on them.”

And here I was thinking about asking to visit you (grin).

Yes, Middle Tennessee has some of the most beautiful spots in the state. And wonderful people too.

Okay, I take it back. I love ALL of Tennessee. I especially love the people in west Tennessee, they are the salt of the earth, the kindest, most down to earth people I’ve ever encountered. But, I have to at least have hills, if not mountains, complete with snakes.

BTW, while touring Reelfoot Lake in Tennessee in the mid 1990s, on an airboat, we saw a cottonmouth snake. I had seen cottonmouths in Lousiana while living there, but thought I had outrun them when I moved back to Tennessee. Those are some creepy snakes, when you see lots of them floating (with their white mouths open) where you had planned to go fishing.

I can somehow see Mr G’s family members playing with snakes, knowing some of the adventures they’ve sought. Now I have a pic in my mind of you screaming at the top of your lungs at Mr. G’s brother’s pet snake.

Some folks over here on the east Tennessee/Kentucky border still play with snakes, only they do so on Sunday while in church (seriously, we have snake handling churches up here in my neck of the woods).