The dog needs a little walk in the evenings. I walk her every morning with my neighbor, but we're on our own in the evenings. Sunday night Milly and I took Decca out on our usual loop on the "bumpy trail" (named by Xander when he was 3). When we were almost done, we heard a loud, scary, rattly noise. It was so loud that Milly screamed without even seeing anything. I halted and saw the bugger squiggle quickly across our trail. This guy was dark and resembled this internet photo. After my heart resumed its normal pace, and I remembered how to breathe again, we turned around and walked the long way home.
I thought that was just a fluke and went out again with the dog at about 8:00pm tonight. I was even closer to home when I heard that awful rattle again. I froze. Mr. Light-Skinned Rattler and I stared at each other. Decca was barking and pulling hard on the leash. I called Brent and told him I was having a staring contest with a rattlesnake about 10 feet away from me. I almost cried. This guy was not moving except for that awful rattle, and he was posed much like this photo. Staring. At me. Then Mr. Light-Skinned Rattler slowly turned his head and meandered lazily down the field. I was still frozen until I remembered how to breathe again. Decca was still agitated. Brent showed up with a big shovel just in time to see him squiggling further away. I was glad to have another human witness as well as some company. I hate snakes. Decca and I will have to stick to the neighborhood sidewalks for a while. I might have nightmares tonight. I really hate snakes.