My God, my God, my God. I’m blogging mere minutes after my husband and I discovered a rattlesnake on our back porch. Yes a RATTLESNAKE on our BACK PORCH. Facing off with one of my cats. Coiled and rattling and ready to strike.

I’m so lame I thought it was our sprinklers coming on again. And I complained to my husband, what’s wrong with those things? They keep coming on!

Um no dear it’s a freaking RATTLESNAKE.

It took a couple of shots but my husband finally killed him. Oh he was big. And scary. But this is what happens when you live in the country. You deal with the cute critters (like the bunnies! so precious) and the not so cute critters. **Shudders**

A couple of summers ago we found another one coiled on our back porch. He didn’t like the sound of my voice so he rattled like crazy every time I talked then went back behind the BBQ which is against the house. My husband shot him once in the head with a bb gun and killed him. I thought that was so macho it kind of turned me on.

We’re weird in the country.

I know Feist can relate to this – she just had a snake tale herself. Gah! Sometimes I miss living in my apartment!