My First Rattlesnake, Pine Creek Rail Trail, August 2009
A short story of my first encounter with an Eastern Timber Rattlesnake, told from the snake's point of view. I'll add in my defense that I now know I shouldn't have disturbed the reptile, and next time I'll leave it alone. The timber rattler is a protected species in Pennsylvania, and found mainly in the central and western mountains of the state. His proper name is Crotalus Horridus, but this one prefers to be called Doug.
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(Back in the snake den, Doug is talking.... and talking.... and talking.... He corners another snake and stops him when he tries to slither away.)
"So wait till I tell you what happened!"
"Gee Doug, the wife was expecting me to bring home dinner, and I need to get a mouse quick."
"Wait, this'll just take a minute. I was in vacation in Pennsyltucky-"
"How did you get up there?"
"I flew."
"Sure, you sprouted wings."
"No, I flew in an airplane."
"Oh come on, tell me another one."
"Don't Tread On Me" |
"So what did you do?"
"I showed him who was boss. I reared up and shook my rattle at him."
"And what did he do?"
"Well, I'd hoped he'd drop the water bottle and run away, but he didn't. He took out a camera and took photos of me. I was flattered of course, but I realized he may have had more water, so I slithered away. I kept shaking my rattle so he knew I was taking it easy on him. "
"You were lucky. Those two-wheeled creatures are dangerous."
"Yeah. We need to get them outlawed. You should contact all your relatives who are lawyers or members of Congress."
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