Thankful for good 'ole boys. Came home from work, got out of my car and just stood there staring at a BIG, slithery snake right outside the front door of my house.
Neighbor hollered, "Snake, ain't it?"
"Yeah."
He came right over with a shovel, said "Dang, that's a long fella there." In a flash, he smashed that bitch in the head with the flat end, twirled the shovel upright, and let it drop smack dab in the middle of the snake's body. Hacked that thing right in half.
"Yup. Knew it was a snake when I seen you standin' still like that."
"Thanks a lot, man. I, uh... usually get 'em with a water gun. I was a little worried that might've just pissed that one off, though. Might've plotted some revenge or something."
He gave me a strange look and said "Nah...don't do that. Next time you see one, just holler."
Then he picked up the snake halves, and headed back towards his house.
Neighbor hollered, "Snake, ain't it?"
"Yeah."
He came right over with a shovel, said "Dang, that's a long fella there." In a flash, he smashed that bitch in the head with the flat end, twirled the shovel upright, and let it drop smack dab in the middle of the snake's body. Hacked that thing right in half.
"Yup. Knew it was a snake when I seen you standin' still like that."
"Thanks a lot, man. I, uh... usually get 'em with a water gun. I was a little worried that might've just pissed that one off, though. Might've plotted some revenge or something."
He gave me a strange look and said "Nah...don't do that. Next time you see one, just holler."
Then he picked up the snake halves, and headed back towards his house.