tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post4006264915998308639..comments2024-03-08T10:56:46.432-08:00Comments on On Being Simply True: Where's Jeff Corwin When You Need Him?S Kay Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09631953082915369422noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post-36221231074030081512009-07-25T17:17:57.950-07:002009-07-25T17:17:57.950-07:00Funny you should mention that, JP; this week, I...Funny you should mention that, JP; this week, I've been working on a more formal essay about my encounters with snakes last summer. I understand more than I can say about the feeling of being an accomplice.... (That story is in the essay, which will be submitted somewhere--maybe The Sun--when it's finished.)S Kay Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09631953082915369422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post-61392599278893484552009-07-25T16:35:50.086-07:002009-07-25T16:35:50.086-07:00Well told. I have lived and hiked in southwest des...Well told. I have lived and hiked in southwest deserts these past 25 years and have come up close to rattlers only about a dozen times -- and each time I consider it a gift. <br /><br />My (sad) snake story: Once, driving home from work, I saw a rattlesnake in the road and drove around it. The truck behind me stopped and two men got out. I looked in my rearview mirror and wondered why they had stopped. Too late, I realized that they had stopped to kill the snake. I wish so much that I had just stopped my car and waved them around me so that they would not have even see it. I feel like an (inadvertent) accomplice to that snake's unnecesary death. Now I carry a long stick in my trunk so I can rouse a snake out of the road before someone coming after me can stop and kill it.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00879385629038801411noreply@blogger.com