Two steps forward, one oh-shit-is-that-a-snake??? jump back

The answer is one.

It takes one old man, telling me one time ’round the campfire, that he’s seen one rattlesnake in this godforsaken desert…
to make me think that any slightly twisted stick on the ground is a fucking snake.
Not a snake
Not a snake.
Also, despite appearance to the contrary, not a snake
Also, despite appearance to the contrary, not a snake.
Not a writing pit of snakes
Not a writhing herd (gaggle? flock? slither?) of snakes.
Hiss hiss, motherfucker. (Still not a snake. Just wanted to add a little homage to The Bloggess.)
Hiss hiss, motherfucker.
(Still not a snake. Just a little homage to The Bloggess.)
On the plus side, I burned several extra calories on my 4.5 mile walk this morning, due to embarrassingly frequent leaps backward, spirited arm flailing, and random high-pitched squeaking.
Sheesus. The “I Thought I Saw A Snake” workout, coming soon to a fitness center near you.

2 thoughts on “Two steps forward, one oh-shit-is-that-a-snake??? jump back

  1. Ha! This is so funny.
    We have, “The snake dance.” Hub and I were playing frisbee golf. He was 50 ft in front of me. A snake drops from a tree onto him. He does the most exquisite arm flailing dance across the way I have ever seen. Just thinking of it still brings a smile to my face. (Ours aren’t poisonous) Thanks for making me remember the memories!

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