Snake Bit...
She ain't no snake-handlin' woman...
In May I got to visit the Dancing Bean Ranch(ette) near Pawnee, Oklahoma.
Bobby and Bill put me up in the bunkhouse. Bobby told me a story about a big black snake plopping down on her back patio trying (& failing) to get at a bird's nest in the eaves. Needless to say, I kept my eyes peeled low and high for snakes after that.
She sent me an e-mail this week describing her recent ordeal:
"Just thought I'd let you know I had the ultimate okie experience and was bitten by a copperhead Sunday night. It hurts like hell, I feel like s**t, and am under a blood clot watch because the venom went so deeply (he bit me twice, but the second time I was moving so only one fang went in. Either that, or it was a three-fanged snake).
[I was] on the patio off my bedroom, watering plants. I turned on the light and looked for snakes, but not carefully enough, obviously. I just worked up the nerve to open the door and peek out there, and there is a coil of extension cord in brown, from the sprayer I use on the roses, and a curled up soaker hose. Clearly, the thing was hidden and I stepped on it.
I'm clearly not cut out to be pentecostal, and have been thinking how grateful I am that I'm not a Christian Scientist, as much as I admire the Monitor."
In May I got to visit the Dancing Bean Ranch(ette) near Pawnee, Oklahoma.
Bobby and Bill put me up in the bunkhouse. Bobby told me a story about a big black snake plopping down on her back patio trying (& failing) to get at a bird's nest in the eaves. Needless to say, I kept my eyes peeled low and high for snakes after that.
She sent me an e-mail this week describing her recent ordeal:
"Just thought I'd let you know I had the ultimate okie experience and was bitten by a copperhead Sunday night. It hurts like hell, I feel like s**t, and am under a blood clot watch because the venom went so deeply (he bit me twice, but the second time I was moving so only one fang went in. Either that, or it was a three-fanged snake).
[I was] on the patio off my bedroom, watering plants. I turned on the light and looked for snakes, but not carefully enough, obviously. I just worked up the nerve to open the door and peek out there, and there is a coil of extension cord in brown, from the sprayer I use on the roses, and a curled up soaker hose. Clearly, the thing was hidden and I stepped on it.
I'm clearly not cut out to be pentecostal, and have been thinking how grateful I am that I'm not a Christian Scientist, as much as I admire the Monitor."
Then, there was this rest area sign in the Texas panhandle out past Lubbock: