So, last night, Benson and I were driving home from the adult session of General Conference, and we pulled into our driveway. Benson stops his truck and then backs up. I have no idea what he's doing until he points out a snake coiled up in the center of our driveway. We get out to take a look at it in the light of the headlights, and sure enough there, lit up, is a RATTLESNAKE, ready to pounce!
So, obviously we have to kill it! But what's in the truck? Benson then remembers that he has this tiny little 22 in his truck. When we bought it, the salesman said that he has that exact gun to shoot rattlesnakes with. . . bingo! We call Dallin to bring us some scatter shells, so the bullet won't ricochet back towards us.
The kids get in on the action, and watch Dad take 4 or 5 shots. Nice form, baby! The snake is obviously hit and injured by this point, but he is still moving.
So Dallin wants to get in on the action! But he's scared of the snake and starts beating it all over, with the head of a shovel.
Benson, feeling sorry for the snake, chops it's head and rattle (for a souvenir, of course!) off with the shovel,
And throws it in the bushes! I don't think I will be exploring in the scrub oak for awhile!
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