We've had this conversation before and I think we both made it clear, to our mutual relief, that the chances of you coming to Kansas are about the same as my ever coming to Florida.
When I was a teenager someone knocked on our door one night. When I went to see who it was there was a dead six foot rattlesnake lying on our porch. It had been killed back in the coal fields in S.W. Virginia and the boys that had it were showing it off to my Daddy. It had 13 rattles and a button. Pretty darn big snake.
I married one of those boys.