My inner coward is about to get the best of me. Not even thinking about the spiders . . but I am still thinking about the spiders . . tonight I was in the sewing room and Vince came in and told me that when he was giving the chickens fresh water, inside the coop he saw the biggest scorpion he had ever seen. He killed it.
I finished up in the sewing room and went out to water the garden. I grabbed my “pickin’ basket” because I was going to pick tomatoes, and cut okra. I was bee-bopping along, singing a song, wearing those blasted flip flops – because you know spiders live in my boots, and besides, those are just rubber boots and not snake boots – and I came about 6” from stepping on a 4’ long rattlesnake. I saw him, and saw the rattles and that was probably as scared as I’ve been in a long time! Thank goodness Vince was outside getting the bantams locked up for the night and I yelled for him . . Vince! Come quick! It’s a rattlesnake.
One less rattlesnake around here but I know there are plenty more where that one came from . . plenty more rattlesnakes, plenty more scorpions, plenty more brown recluse spiders and plenty more black widow spiders. I’m not sure there’s plenty more courage left inside me though.
Seriously, we’re here. We have no choice but to stay. I was having a bit of a meltdown and Vince said “This is what you’ve always wanted! (I remember asking for a little house with acreage but I sure don’t remember asking for snakes and scorpions.) We have a lot of money tied up in this place, not to mention my job is here. We can’t leave.” I know that! I’m not a quitter but tonight . . I’m just a bit jumpy and nervous. I didn’t pick any vegetables!
New snake boots have been ordered for both of us. The ones I have are fleece lined for winter so the ones I ordered are light weight and supposed to be 100% snake proof (from Bass Pro). Having them and not wearing them isn’t going to do me any good though. It’s so hot to have to wear thick, heavy boots but I guess being bit by a rattlesnake is worse.