Sitting in the creek with my feet in the water is awesome. Daydreaming long enough to realize that a juvenile cottonmouth or copperhead is a foot away isn’t as pleasant. I stood up slowly to take a picture but it slithered away like a manager with an overextended budget. I’m not as afraid of snakes as I probably should be. I usually patiently tell them that if they try to bite me, I’m going to catch their cousins and make a soup out of them. It seems to be a viable agreement.