tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post870126829952156952..comments2024-03-18T04:40:38.214-05:00Comments on Murderous Musings: Rattlesnake HuntChester Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07155257451021065218noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-14659512387237962322008-09-25T22:03:00.000-05:002008-09-25T22:03:00.000-05:00I'm sure he would be happy to join the club, Ben. ...I'm sure he would be happy to join the club, Ben. As for Steve Irwin, I, too, cried when I learned of his death. What a guy! I'll bet little Bindi and Bob will be carrying on his work someday.Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-23964624201428533202008-09-22T21:04:00.000-05:002008-09-22T21:04:00.000-05:00My husband and I cried like babies when Steve Irwi...My husband and I cried like babies when Steve Irwin died. Mike still can't get through his shows.<BR/><BR/>The Crocodile Hunter will always be my hero.Jaden Terrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11113218513166921429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-33710603710583410612008-09-22T16:22:00.000-05:002008-09-22T16:22:00.000-05:00Wow, Jean! With a pellet gun? He must be one heck ...Wow, Jean! With a <I>pellet</I> gun? He must be one heck of a shot. Maybe he and I can form a club, call ourselves "Old Coot Pellet Pounders." OCPP for short. We've got the initials, maybe we can get a guv'ment grant. :<)<BR/><BR/>I was crushed when Steve Irwin died. I loved the joy he got out of life.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368973223808495975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-12901938190212957032008-09-22T16:00:00.000-05:002008-09-22T16:00:00.000-05:00LOL, Ben. I look forward to your adventures every ...LOL, Ben. I look forward to your adventures every week but I had no idea that you would try to imitate Steve Irwin with 60 lbs. of gear. We have both rattlers and fire ants here in the northwest. In fact, my husband had to kill two rattlers in our yard this year with a pellet gun. Better him than me.Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-31024077967448988232008-09-22T14:22:00.000-05:002008-09-22T14:22:00.000-05:00Actually, you two get it worse than we do because ...Actually, you two get it worse than we do because you've got copperheads, rattlers without rattles. Those things are next to impossible to see. My son, a builder in the mountains of North Carolina, says he runs into two or three snakes a day, often copperheads or timber rattlers. We seem to be the rattlesnake capital, but at least we don't have copperheads, and our coral snakes aren't as deadly as the ones on the east coast.<BR/><BR/>Fire ants are nasty creatures. My mother was once standing on a fire ant hill. We had to rush her to the hospital.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368973223808495975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-52567947165050349742008-09-22T09:12:00.000-05:002008-09-22T09:12:00.000-05:00Ooo, Chester, I love the little green lizards. We ...Ooo, Chester, I love the little green lizards. We never get any at our house.Jaden Terrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11113218513166921429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-89974641576212435542008-09-22T09:06:00.000-05:002008-09-22T09:06:00.000-05:00Your adventures continually crack me up, Ben. They...Your adventures continually crack me up, Ben. They say fire ants have arrived here in Nashville, but I haven't encountered any. The only varmints we have around here are little green lizards. I think they're kinda cute, but Sarah can't stand 'em. Particularly when they poop all over the garage floor. So I put out sticky pads. One got stuck Saturday. If he had learned to poop in the right places, he'd still be slithering around. Put that on your reminder list. It might come in handy sometime.Chester Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07155257451021065218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-39304829446086232522008-09-22T08:50:00.000-05:002008-09-22T08:50:00.000-05:00Ben, you're braver than I am, mall-ninja gear and ...Ben, you're braver than I am, mall-ninja gear and all.<BR/><BR/>When I was a little girl (about nine), there was a lovely bush beside our house. Its branches grew up and over, a little like a weeping willow, so there was a hollow place inside like a little cave of leaves and branches. I used to love to crawl in there and read.<BR/><BR/>Then one day, I heard a rattle--right beside me! Maybe I should have frozen. Instead, I bolted out of there like I was on fire. I didn't see the snake, but there was no doubt he was there. It was just a regular old Tennessee rattler, but that was scary enough for me.<BR/><BR/>I lost my favorite reading place, but I felt lucky that I didn't get tagged by the snake.Jaden Terrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11113218513166921429noreply@blogger.com