The line between stupidity and bravery has been crossed...

Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Oh, this is a good story.

As I was sitting on the couch, sipping a Coke Zero and trying to wake up enough to think of a topic for this post, our local news helped me out.

It goes along with my "Only in Florida" theme. Like only in Florida can you find a shoplifter named Cherries Waffles Tennis.

Okay, so this kid has made the often gray line between stupidity and bravery bright red.

Austin is 18 and lives in Wimauma, Florida. Now granted, this little town doesn't have a lot to do, so those kids there like to hunt and fish.

Austin Hatfield, 18 and obviously proud of his snake handling ability.

Austin, being a "daredevil" liked to find snakes. There's nothing wrong with that. When I was younger, I liked to look for snakes, too. But, there are some things you DO NOT TOUCH.

One of those things is a live cottonmouth water moccasin.



We have lots of these in Florida, because we have lots of water here, and these snakes love water. They look somewhat like other black snakes here, but when these snakes open their mouths, there's no mistaking them. They have a distinct white mouth that looks like it's full of cotton. They're also pit vipers, with the diamond-shaped head you associate with poisonous snakes.



Anyway, Austin found a cottonmouth he'd taken a ken to, and he decided to take it home and keep it as a pet. I guess he even let it "sleep" in his pillowcase.

You're lucky you didn't lose that tongue, Austin.

I'm surprised he survived one night. To demonstrate he was a genuine "snake whisperer," he took the snake out yesterday, put it on the kitchen table, and started kissing it. He counted the times he could kiss it.

"One." He jerked away without a bite.

"Two, three, four, five, six...," Austin took a moment to think of the number that comes after six,
"...seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve..."

And then the snake said...



Austin got tagged ON THE FACE, and good. He ran out of the kitchen yelling, "Hospital! Hospital! Now, NOW!"

A family member killed the snake and took it with them to the hospital, which is actually the right thing to do, if possible, as it helps hospital personnel to know what kind of anti-venom to give.

By the time he reached the hospital, Austin was in critical condition. Today, he's doing a little better, and is expected to survive.

I hope he's learned that a snake can never replace a girl.

Of course, I wish Austin a speedy and full recovery. I hope he's learned a valuable lesson. Like thirteen is an unlucky number. And that it is never wise to anticipate  the next move of a dangerous wild animal.

I post this because snake season is upon us, and people will be searching in snake-populated areas. Watch your pets, watch your feet, watch the path ahead. Keep your eyes on the ground--for more than one reason. Most of the time, snakes will "feel" you coming and slither away before you can get close.

However, snakes come out in the morning to sun themselves on warm surfaces, and if you're out walking around the wilderness in the early morning, a snake may not move off your path before you're on top of it. They're cold blooded, so they're more sluggish in the morning than they are after they've warmed awhile in the sun.

A lot of people think the treasure could be hidden among rocks like the one in the picture below. But, be cautious, because something a lot less friendly could be hanging around. DON'T go putting your hand into dark crevices in any of those four states!


And remember, just because you don't hear a rattle, and just because the snake may not look like what you think all rattlesnakes look like, doesn't mean it's not a rattlesnake. They can be dark, like in the picture above, or they can look almost black, like this one:


Or they can look like this:


And remember, a baby rattlesnake can't control the amount of venom they deliver like an adult can, so you're likely to get a larger, deadlier dose of venom from a baby than an adult snake. And babies are deceptively cute. DO NOT TOUCH!


Also remember that dead rattlesnakes can still "bite" and inject venom.

Be careful out there this summer and fall. Be brave, but don't be Austin.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous said...:

    I was cleaning up around our pool last spring and cautiously moved a large sheet of black plastic, watching out for a copper head which are plentifully around the area. There was a large black snake that starting to crawl away and I was about to let it go as a garden snake, but I pin it down with a stick and killed it. When I got it out it was a cottonmouth. I have lived here 20 years and never saw one in our neighborhood. Glad, I didn't let it go. As my Dad used to say, the only good snake is a dead snake, not that I totally agree. I just want to know where they are BEFORE they know where I am.

    not obsessed

  1. i remember when i first got ttotc one of the first things i noticed was the last drawing seemed to represent 4 and 23, the axman looks like an upside down 4 and there are 23 stumps and 4 23 is mentioned in the text related to where his dad is buried

    and then the other thing i noticed was the smaller version of the drawing had 2 stumps removed, so maybe it was supposed to be 4 and 21 for some reason

    i was thinking about this today because after not hearing from f for awhile there are 2 posts on mysterious writings on 4/21 and 4/23

  1. Liv said...:

    A work colleague and myself used to breed Horned vipers (Vipera Ammodytes) to collect venom for selling. The price at the time, around 1991, was 800DM per gram an 10 animals would give you that each month without too much stress. It didn't pan out because the competition from Russia was fierce, but I did get something out of it. We did let ourselves bitten by baby vipers to get used to the venom, much like Mithridatum did. A year and a half and 5 bites later we didn't have any reaction to the venom anymore. As an example, after the first bite (on the side of the left pinkie) the hand turned red, the pinkie a dark shade of purple and the arm got swollen almost to the elbow. The nodules were hurting up to the armpit.
    Anyway, now I can donate blood to anyone bitten by the Ammodytes to save a live (I'm universal donor), and more importantly I barely got sick ever since. 25 years later and haven't gotten the flu yet even when everybody around me was sick. True story.

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