I ‘m
known to have a strong stomach, but this week’s photo made me GAG! Now, I’m afraid to go to sleep for fear this
disgusting image has burned itself into my brain cell (singular). When I was
child nightmares of snakes often plagued my sleep. Just when I thought I’d put that chapter
behind me—BAM! Now, I have to write
about it. Oh well, the doctor says it's good therapy.
Ozark Snotmouth
I hate snakes. All five kinds—large, small, dead,
alive, and rubber.
As a rural farm boy, I was unfortunate enough to
experience dozens of unexpected encounters with these cold-blooded vermin. From
March to November they sensed my every move, engaging in a horrible conspiracy
to torment and terrorize me—often generating unsightly stains in my underpants.
The most horrific of all these despicable, slimy creatures
is the Ozark Snotnose. This snake does not have fangs, but smothers its victim in
a disgusting drool the consistency of rubber cement.
There is no anti-venom. Your only defense is tall
boots and Kleenex.
