Welp, might as well go brew a pot of coffee now because there's no way I'm sleeping tonight.Dragonfighter wrote: used to work rattle snake round ups and do "stunts", in retrospect it was brutal and stupid. In one day following the close of a roundup, came a killing day wherein thousands of the snakes bought during the roundup were decapitated, skinned, gutted and the various components used or eaten for myriad applications. To an animal, the heads would watch and open there mouths trying to bite anyone who got close for quite a while after being separated from their bodies. Most of the snake's bodies would pull up into a striking position whilst rattling to beat the band. One such headless body turned and struck a guy who was walking behind it, I think he wet his britches. I took four large skinned and gutted snakes home to cook that night (hours later and after being in a cooler) and started to brine them in the kitchen sink. We were watching TV when dad looked into the kitchen and casually remarked, "Dinner's leaving." All four of the meat and bone assemblages were pushing out of the sink as if to escape the salty water. Creeeeepy.
For what it's worth, I have a cat that comes home snake bit all the time. I have swept snake skeletons off of my roof but haven't seen a live one in the yard for a few years.
