Some days we stroll along our merry way, oblivious to details around us. Perhaps it's a form of therapy, disconnecting from everyone and everything. Just when you least expect it, something sneaks up on you and takes a bite out of your reality.
Recently, I visited the Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve with my family. My daughter wanted to snap some pics of the poppies, as they were in full bloom in the Mojave Desert. I thought we were only going to take pics, but our adventure turned into a hike.
I love hikes. I love flip flops. But hikes and flip flops don't exactly mesh. Just ask the 4 foot snake that lunged out of nowhere and wrapped itself around my ankle, biting me! Apparently he loved my flip flops too! I know... what was I thinking?
In spite of the posted signs warning visitors of rattlesnakes, we proceeded anyway. Fortunately I was bit by a gopher snake (a very aggressive gopher snake I might add). By the time I figured out what was happening, he stuck his fangs into me and I went kicking and screaming. Then he slithered off into poppy oblivion.
I don't know who was more startled... me, the snake, or my 5-year old grand-daughter who witnessed the exchange. Let's just say she got an eye/earful of 'GG' doing the snake tango in a sundress and flip flops (etched in her memory forever, no doubt). I'll be better equipped next time... with jeans, boots, and an attentive head watching out for nature's best. No more ouch... that bites!