On Saturday, my grandma hosted a bridal shower for my cousin’s fiance. In between cupcakes and gifts, she told us about how she had killed a rattlesnake last week.
She had gone out to get the mail. A gardener in the yard next store told her to watch out—there was a rattlesnake on her lawn. She lives on the rim of a canyon, so sometimes there are critters.
She didn’t want the snake to get into her garage, so was like, “Well, kill it! [Duh!]”
But he was too afraid, so she asked him for a shovel. He brought one, but he was nervous and he dropped it right in front of the snake. She said if it balled up, it would be ready to strike. Quickly, she took a rock and threw it so the snake would move.
Then she was able to grab the shovel. With one whack, she smashed his head. She’s not that strong, so she dropped it afterwards. Luckily, she’d aimed correctly because you only get one shot.
It’s a really good reminder, though, of what single women can do when they don’t have a guy to help them. (I bet that gardener felt really emasculated!) But I mean, you gotta get the job done.