I had the strangest dream last night. Ok, not the stranges I've ever had, but still strange.
I was walking out of a kitchen, into a garage. It might have been one from a house I lived in while growing up, as we lived in A LOT of different houses. The first time I go out there, my son is walking with me and a baby rattlesnake is on a washing machine and tries to bite him. I (amazingly) grabbed or blocked the snake and the situation was averted. I don't remember if I killed it or not, but it was somehow permanently gone.
Then I was going out again, and another baby rattlesnake jumps off the washing machine and bites my right hand between my thumb and index finger. I quickly grabbed it, pulled it off, and started looking for something to beat it with . I remember finding a spatula. It was dirty with dried eggs too, like when you put it in the dishwasher and it doesn't come out clean. What it's doing in the garage, I have no idea. The garage is kind of cluttered, so maybe thats why.
So, then I start smacking the snake with the spatula until it stops moving. Nothing gory or anything. Then I put it into a "ziploc" bag so I could take it with me to the hospital. Oddly, my dad was there (odd cause it wasn't his house) and reaffirmed that I needed to go to the hospital and get it checked out because baby rattlesnakes are sometimes or typicaly more poisonous than the adults. I remember thinking I should clean it up first and wrap it as I assumed I would wait in the ER for a while.
I'm not particularly scared of snakes, but I also won't go picking them up. When they are outside, I leave them be. I'm certainly NOT the snake-wrestling type!!
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