Ahh, my favorite time of the year, the weather is perfect, the wildflowers are blooming, and the snakes are coming out of hibernation to make me as nervous as Barney Fife after a pot of coffee.
Snakes love to mess with me, they know to pop up at the oddest times and scare the guapo out of me, usually with a group of my unmerciful cowboy buddies to watch my high-steppin' little girl screaming performances.
I don't hate snakes, oh, I've despatched lots of serpents in many ways when they don't yield, but prefer to catch and release in hopes of improving my snake karma. I still will have the "heebie geebies" for weeks from breathing the same air as them. As they say, it comes with living in the desert, (I lived on the beach for a dozen years in complete snake-free bliss!)