Sitting around the table, we each told our best snake story after dinner tonight.

Grandpa ran over a rattlesnake with the lawnmower. He hung it in the tree, finished mowing the yard, and then, once he was back in the house, he thought, I should go get the rattler off that snake. So he walked back out to the tree where he had hung it, but by then a bird had gotten it.

Dad was driving down the highway one day and a snake crawling across the road was so long that its head got to the median before its tail was out of the grass.

I was using an earth auger to dig holes for tomato plants and the bit stopped turning. I looked down in the hole and I could see something wrapped around the bit. I thought it was a rope. I reached down to pull it out and then the head of a snake came up and hissed at me. I jumped back, pulled the cord to start the auger back up, and made the snake into fertilizer.