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
So are you in the Coachwhip Club..? :^)