Let me recap the first part of my evening for you. G and I got home and I took her by the hand to walk around the north side of the house to pick a lemon for my green bean salad.
Walking walking walking...
OH CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
You didn't see him lying there either did you?
Those of you who know me might be wondering if I was really wearing my camera for the trip to the lemon tree, which would not be unusual, but no. I scooped up G and hightailed it into the house to get my camera and (almost) retrace my steps.
Trying to *stay calm* and make this a *learning* experience, I held G in my arms, a safe distance from the Rattler, and reviewed "owie" and "snake" and "ssssssssssssssssssssssss". I think he was as long as G is tall. Thankfully he was just chillin'...or warming up (technically).
Then he slowly slithered away into the front yard. G waved him "bye bye". We opted to play indoors after dinner rather than at the sandpile tonight!
Happy Trails Mr. Rattlesnake!