On or about the 4th of July a snake bravely worked its way up the embankment and onto the bridge at the east entrance to S.O. where it met an untimely death by car or truck.
After passing what my wife first said was "a glove" I stopped on our return to take a good look. Triangle head, but no rattle. Guts. The work of an uncaring motorist.
Here was a reptile unafraid to climb out of its natural habitat to explore the larger world. We mourn, not for what it was, but for what it might have become.
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