especially after you've just seen one. Walking in the preserve today I saw a pygmy rattlesnake on the trail. The dog had already gone past it, oblivious, and it was coiled up in a little ball next to a clump of grass. I wanted a picture but was afraid to alert Miss Daisy to its presence by taking too long over it. The result was that I aimed the camera and took a picture but not of the snake, darn it. And of course, every stick that I saw from then on until I got back to the car looked just like a snake to me. Minds are funny things. At least, mine is. Next time, I'll tie the dog up somewhere safe, and go back and get my shot.
