Once, while with a FWB/fling of mine we rode motorcycles up to the mountains. She had a GSXR-1000, no joke.
Anyways, we decided to go to this historic stonehouse everyone likes.
Upon leaving, I stepped over a rock that had a large crevice underneath. The rattle I heard, it wasnt so much flight or fight fear nut numb shock at an unexpected encounter. I've seen them from a distance a few times, and just know not to harrass or threaten them.
But, that time was quite a surprise.
My brother came home one day to find one under his kitchen table, dad reflexes kicked in x100 and he yanked his kids out of the house before they knew what happened. He was gonna go in and shoot it, but his wife bitched about the tile getting fucked up, he thought it would make a good conversation piece. He lost.
Great story.
I once had a beautiful corn snake. I think he is still alive with a relative, he is like the larry king of a snakes. Incredibly docile, he loved to escape though. His hiding spot was inside the toilet tank.
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