Over the weekend, I went hiking in a California desert with my two youngest children. The weather was incredible and the views were amazing. We met some rocky hills and areas where loose gravel proved our metal. We passed many a snake hole along our way, but were previously assured by local residents that it was "not snake season," so we traveled along with little fear of meeting one.

We selected our hill to climb and slowly made our way to the top where we were able to grasp a 360° view of several valleys, a town below and distant mountain ranges still topped with snow. We quickly ascertained that the climb and fatigue had been well worth the effort given the sights before us and the exhilaration we experienced. My twelve-year old son saw a distant peak and begged a chance to seek it out on his own. I granted him permission and my daughter and I planted ourselves on a rock formation to continue to enjoy the warm sun and desert sounds while watching him exert the energy only a soccer-playing boy could muster after the climb we had already undertaken.

                                      


He took off fast as light as I yelled, "Do you have your cell phone?" after him. He did and he waved his water bottle as dismissal of my fears. He moved with such alacrity I could hardly believe my eyes. His image became smaller and smaller and I tried to assuage my daughter's concerns with, "He'll be fine." Soon I received a call from him as he screamed into the phone, "A rattlesnake jump out at me..." By the sound of his voice, I could tell he was running but all of a sudden, I could not see him. I asked where he was and he screamed that he was on his way back. In a New York minute, it seemed, he was standing in front of me; it was more like a "rattlesnake second."

He had seen a rattler, but the snake had been just as afraid of him as he had been of it. My son, wisely, backed away and ran as fast as he could, not looking back but sure the snake was following. It, of course, was not. The snakes we meet everyday aren't as timid or as afraid of us. They lie in wait in the form of greedy split partners, governors who make a messy bed that we have to lie in, clients that wait until the last possible moment to pay a fee, Hiring Supervisors that disrupt salary negotiations, candidates who fail to show up at appointed interviews, and/or vendors that don't quite live up to their promised services.

How we handle the snakes we face develops character and is a clear indication of our own personal ethics. Will you run? Will you face it down with a stronger rattle of your own? Or will the snake have his way with you, leaving a mark or sting long after the encounter has passed? Preparation and knowing what you could be facing will make any meeting, chance or otherwise, more likely to go your way and scare the reptile off or, at least, back into his hole. Have the brains to match your brawn; prove you are bigger than the snake by being smarter than it. And don't be tricked by declarations that they don't exist. They do, just be ready.

© by rayannethorn

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We have our share of rattlesnakes in the Texas panhandle. 99% of them have two legs so we stay away from them. Knowing what they look like, how they sound and where they live is important. Staying away from them is even more important. Snake handling is best left to those who are trained to handle them. If one picks up one by mistake, put it down and get away from it. There are too many friendly animals to waste time trying to handle a snake.
Maren you and i share that horror. The only good snake is a dead snake, i don't care what anybody says. I will use a whole tank of gas running over one to be more than sure it's dead. Even if it's a grass snake.

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