Snaky Sundays

Sunday afternoon I finally had the chance to go for a run.

Me and Georgia

Me and Georgia

There we are!

Last week was crazy between cheer practice for Bella, T-ball practice for Roman, and working late during the week, Saturday we had morning errands to run, a T-ball game from 11:30 until about 12:30, a football game at 2:15 (we were supposed to cheer for the whole game but lasted until halftime because of the heat AND because this coach wasn’t in the mood to herd cats anymore), then a concert (Drivin n Cryin!!!!!!!!!!!) at 6.

Sunday was a welcomed quiet day.  SOOOOOO, at about 4:30 I leashed up my sweet running buddy, Georgia, and off we went.

It was hot but it felt nice to be outside with no one asking me for gum or snacks or the location of anything in plain sight.  Or to wipe poo from ANYTHING.

The neighborhood beside mine is massive.  And it backs up to the Greenway, a really nice and long biking/running path with pedestrian and biking trails that connect circular tracks.  There are always a lot of people out walking, running, biking, doing whatever on strange contraptions that look like a treadmill on wheels???

We ran through the huge neighborhood and to the Greenway.  Just me, my huge puppy, and the Cake station on Pandora.  Peace.  Full.

As Georgia and I rounded the curve on one of the tracks I noticed something lying across the entire width of the two-way pathway.  I thought it was a large stick at first.  So I thought it was super odd that a lady was about 3 feet away from it taking pictures while her husband stood further back with his arms crossed and a look on his face that said, “YAY!!!!!!  Life Insurance money!!!!!!!!!”

Then I noticed what it really was.  Given my condition (a horrid phobia that I’m sure is treatable but is so bad that I don’t want it to be treated because I hate them) I asked the couple from afar just to be sure.

“WHAT IS THAT???????????”

The lady looks up from her phone just long enough to say, “Well, it’s not not poisonous.  It’s definitely dangerous.  Looks like a copperhead.  I wouldn’t come near it.”

Uh…

First of all, I’m super proud of myself for staying calm and not losing control of any bodily functions upon initially realizing what we’re dealing with here.

Second of all… that lady is re-dic-u-lous.  That demon was a least 6 feet long.  She didn’t have to tell me to stay away.  I was already headed in the direction from which I came and warning everyone I came across to BEWARE OF THE SNAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In my mind, shortly after I lost sight of the woman the snake ate her.

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2 thoughts on “Snaky Sundays

  1. I went for a run on the greenway last Tuesday, and there was a loooooong copperhead across the path. I didn’t see it until I was literally at it’s head (Thank God), and a cyclist was passing it at the same time. I looked down, yelled “JESUS”, and kept going. The stupid cyclist laughed at me. The snake probably ate him, because he was gone when I came back. I did ask everyone who dared to pass me on my way back towards the demon if he was still up there. He was probably full from the man.

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