Red on black, good for Jack.

Red on yellow, your a dead fellow.

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I'll be the first snake.

Yes I know it's a good snake, but I don't care. Get it away from me cause I'm a scared little bitch.

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I'm missing the part where your kid now knows NEVER to touch a snake, and to come get you if he finds one again.

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I left out the part where I beat him with the snake to teach him to fear them.
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. Get it away from me cause I'm a scared little bitch

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I left out the part where I beat him with the snake to teach him to fear them.



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There are only 2 types of snakes in my world, dead ones and them that are about to be dead.

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Red against black, friend of Jack. Red against yellow will kill a fellow.

King snakes are awesome. Good find by your toddler!

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Seeing as we are slap out of Coral Snake Antivenin in most of the country, that could have been quite a scare until you figured it out....

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good thing it wasn't one of these...

http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i43/DonKey153/work%20pics/11-27-06_1043.jpg

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Red and yellow, kill a fellow.

Red and black, get back jack.

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my poem for snakes venom is much simpler

snake, get the fuck away

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my poem for snakes venom is much simpler





snake, get the fuck away

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Red/Yellow, kill a fellow.
Red/Black, venom lack.
 

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When I was a very young kid my dad would bring home rubber snakes to scare the wits out of my mom.  Y'know, coiling them up in the laundry hamper, putting them along baseboards, that sort of thing.  Anyhoo, I had never seen an actual snake and pretty much considered them harmless playthings.  It was never told to me that they were actually dangerous and should be avoided.



When I was 4 or so, we were putting in a below ground swimming pool.  When all the workmen had left I was playing around the patio and the piles of red clay (this was in Stone Mountain, Georgia).  I saw one of these snakes, a small, slender black one, coiled up on the ground.  I reached down to pick it up and it reared back.  Wow, I'd never seen one of dad's toys move before!  I reached down again, trying to grab it's head and it reared back, hissing at me.  I could clearly see how the inside of its mouth was completely white and had these sharp fangs.  I tried to grab it again, but it reared back even further, hissing some more.



Perplexed, I went inside to the kitchen and told my mom, "Mom, there's a snake outside and it's talking to me."  She replied with, "Don't tell lies, snakes don't talk!"  I insisted it was talking to me and a little argument ensued.  My dad, hearing this walks in and says, "What did the snake say?"  I said, "Ssssssssss..."  



I remember both of my parents getting a shocked look on their faces and rushing outside.  I got out there as my dad grabbed a shovel and proceeded to stab down at this Cottonmouth and try to kill it.  It kept thrashing around, trying to strike, as his shovel blade barely missed it or nicked it.  I hid behind my moms legs and saw the dried clay get whipped into clouds by the swirling, coiling body of the snake as it fought. It moved so fast! Dad stabbed and stabbed and gashed at it before finally delivering a killing blow right behind the head.  



The Lord looks out for fools and small children.



When I was trying to pick it up, I think the Cottonmouth was basically saying, "Kid, hellooooo!  I'm a snake here, back off!"  I don't know why it never bit me.  Lord knows it could have, several times over.  It spared my life according to some alien reptilian logic that I'll never understand.



After that I was thoroughly instructed by my dad about the dangers of snakes.  I don't recall ever being really scared of snakes, but when I meet them in the wild my heart rate does pick up a bit, maybe from a pinch of fear, maybe from simple fascination.  We ran across a copperhead while hiking with our dogs last month.  It crossed the path right in front of my girlfriend, coming within inches of her and a dog.  My GF was completely rattled, me and the dogs were just curious, though we kept our distance.  She wasn't too happy when I told them that it was probably mating season and they usually travel in pairs.  



Anyway, coolish story brothah, and all that rot.



eta - Post 303.  "I'll tell you what rule we applied, Sir. We applied rule  303. We caught them... and we shot them under rule 3-0-3!"  

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Did I get that right?

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iirc coral snakes are pretty rare in the SE usa. even then they need to chew on you a bit before they can get the venom in. they don't have fangs like other species. you actually have to try to be bitten by one.