So... to quote an earlier post -that is in my old journal regarding a similar experience-, I had an odd thing happen to me today...
I had just turned my MP3 player on, hopped over the fence on the porch -because if I go out the normal way, Reno barks for hours- and was heading to the backyard to walk around to think about what I was going to write today like I always do when something weird occurred.
I stepped on something, well, not stepped, it's more like I stepped down and then it climbed on my foot. Or rather, oozed over my foot.
Yes, I stepped on a snake, again. And once again, it didn't bite me and my reaction -after flinging my foot up in the air and screaming like a banshee before I knew it was a snake- was to as the snake: "What the hell Snake?" as it slithered away from the crazy person in my back yard.
...I thought I had stepped on something's intestines, the dogs do have a habit of killing odd things and leaving them in the yard. Ar least it wasn't my sister who stepped on it, she had a bad habit of getting bit by stupid things. Me, I just get molested.
Thank the gods it wasn't poisonous, or vicious. It was pretty big though... Anyway, ranting over.