Snake Bite

I knew that one day, someone was going to get bit by one of the creatures my kids and the neighborhood kids catch.  Fortunately it wasn't me, or my kids.

"Mama!" My daughter came running in the house.  "Bubba's friend got bit by a snake!  I think it was a copperhead!"

Uh oh.  Copperheads are poisoness, so that was not good news.

I ran out to investigate. 

"We have it under the box," my son yelled.

Heck with the snake.  I wanted to know how the kid was.  "Where's your buddy?" I asked.  "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine."

Hmmm.  Okay.  I figured I should take a look at this snake and see if it was a bad one.  I flipped over the box with a long stick.  There it was, all coiled up, and looking mighty unhappy.  But it was black.  Copperheads are copper.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

"All right, kids.  This is a northern water snake.  Not a copperhead.  Leave it alone.  AND QUIT PLAYING WITH SNAKES!"

Oy!  I think I just got another gray hair!