several weeks ago, a good friend and i were hiking around turkey
mountain. in our neck of the woods, you don't really hike UP
anything, because everything is so flat. we rounded one bend and
stepped over a grass snake. i felt obligated to scream like a school
girl, since i did go to school once.
my friend said, "don't worry about it, it was just a grass snake." i
thought, "is there really such a thing as 'just' a ANY snake?"
i lost all the endorphins i had gathered from the hike and put the last
of my energy into scanning back and forth along the trail like a drone
searching for terrorist snakes.
sure enough, we ran into another harmless grass snake.
"he is more afraid of us than we are of him." (friend)
"really? well, why is he staring us down like he wants to make the
first strike?" now, a spoiled princess, i begged to turn around and
go home. "that was a bad grASS snake."
"now the serpent was more crafty than any other beast of the field."