Snake!

A snake was spotted in the yard recently.  Mr. M was sure it was a baby rattler.  Mr. K and Miss J were with them and he knew they needed protecting (Mr. K was screaming like a girl, which drew my attention).  I'll spare you the details on how the thing met it's demise.

A dear friend was on her way over to help out around the house.  She happens to have a fair bit of experience with rattlers.  I was thankful she would be able to handle the situation upon arriving.  She inspected and pointed out why it was not a rattler and how they would be better able to tell what kind it is next time.

Mr. M took the thing in the house, skinned it, preserved it, and then cooked it up to eat!  Nothing went to waste.  He even talked "J" into sampling it with him.

 

*This whole living on an acre on the edge of town in the desert is really stretching me.  First lizards and tarantulas, now this!  I'm not much of an arachnid/reptile lover liker tolerater, letting my boys handle these things is hard enough, but having them living on my front porch, dissected on our school table, and preserved in bottles on the kitchen window sill?  These things are almost too much for me, but God gave me these dear boys to raise up to be men, and this is part of raising men (at least these men) and so I put a smile on my face; congratulate them on a job well done; and encourage them to learn and explore even more.  God is using them to teach and stretch me.