Utterly Mad

Snakes are one of those creatures that I look at and think "ok, if I can identify this and deem it non-venomous, I'm going to try and catch it. If it is venomous or I cannot recognize it though, Imma leave it alone." My stepbrother once almost ran over a rattle snake on his bike once, it took the snake going after him to get him to stop trying to hit it with a stick. Fuckin idiot. In other snake news, my stepfather and I moved a truck canopy and found a tiny garter snake curled up underneath. Only a couple inches long. Snakes are weird to hold too in that you can grab them and know you have a good grip on them, but it still feels like they are squirming out of your hand.