I found it dead on the road this morning just after sunup. The ants were having a feast. It probably hatched this summer. More terrifying info Well, OK, copperheads don't lay eggs.
You might notice that I'm not all that upset over its demise.
Years ago, Danger and I used to participate in periodic outings known locally as safaris. Think men and car camping.
One summer weekend, we were at Hanging Rock State Park. Here
I'm told this park has the highest rate of venomous snake bite of all the parks in North Carolina. Perhaps that's why there's a medic station by the gate.
Saturday morning. We're up. I'm finding some breakfast. Danger is noodling around according to the rules set aside for the five year old boy.
He's quiet. He calls me. He's poking a small stick. At a small snake. Coiled. Striking at the stick. All this with my barefeet right there.
We nervously encouraged the little snake into a five gallon bucket, and escorted it about a half mile away, down the road, where we tossed it over a cliff.
Then Dad had whisky for breakfast.
Location:Westgrove St,Raleigh,United States