This morning during my workout I think I raised my heart rate to a new high. On the eighth lap around the yard I almost stepped on a sleeping rattlesnake. I guess I passed him seven times without even seeing him. I ran for the house and got my 20 gauge pump and my camera. I wanted to take a picture of him before I shot him, but I was too jittery to try it. My first shot missed him. He didn't make a move. I was pretty sure he was still alive, but didn't want to shoot again if it wasn't necessary. That shotgun is very loud and firing a weapon in the city limits is illegal. So I grabbed an old fence picket and threw it at him. He took off fast. I fired again, blowing him into two pieces. The front section kept going towards the barn. I took a quick picture and fired again. The snake kept going. He made it to the barn, and since I was out of shells, I ran and got a shovel. I had some trouble killing him with that, but my neighbors, the Georges, showed up with a hoe. I used the hoe to finish him off. It was quite an adventure, and I did a bit of shaking. I always pay more attention to my surroundings after a snake sighting, so the next few weeks will probably feature some very slow and cautious laps. Yikes! I'm going to be more careful.
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| Here's the front part headed for the barn. |
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He left his tail behind.
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| I used a hoe to finish the job. |
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