Rap, that is what prime reason why I no longer live in the south! Perhaps I over-react living in Alaska where there are no snakes, but I would rather face the occasional bear than the ubiquitous snake.

When my North Carolina nephew was 9 years old, he came running one day into the yard, grabbed the garden hoe and galloped off again.

He came back a few minutes later, a dead, headless water moccasin draped over the hoe.

ewwww