Our farm had a ten acre field behind our scattered buildings. It had a path going round it. Beyond the field on all sides was forest. Sometimes Phil used the path to race his dirt bike around. Other times folks would walk around the perimeter to achieve some quiet. One day Phil joined Armando and I for a walk. In the woods near the end of the field were a smattering of old junked vehicles. These appeared to be thirties and forties models. By the looks of them, they had been out here for quite some time.
Most of the cars were overturned and their parts rusting away and falling off. The ground around them was littered with pieces. Many parts were missing, obviously stripped off by salvage bandits. Overgrowth was beginning to swallow whatever remained. They also provided shelter and home for wild creatures. As we walked by this auto graveyard, Armando announced, “I going over there to take a leak,” as he pointed toward over to the overturned cars. Phil and I continued on the walk.
We were not too much farther along when we heard Armando’s startled shout, “Oh my God, What the fuck.” We turned around to see Armando in the classic pose of a man standing and urinating. He had one hand on his hip, the other on his penis. The only difference is he was holding this pose in midair and traveling backwards. I wondered what force could have propelled him in that direction. We returned to see what it was. Armando landed on the ground several feet from where he launched and finished his mission by the time we arrived. Then we noticed what had surprised him
There under the upside down hood coiled on a sand pile was a large majestic rattlesnake. In front of him the ground was slightly damp, most likely from a recent urine shower. Armando related how as he begin to piss, he looked down and spotted this snake in his urinal. Luckily the only one to startle and react was Armando. The snake was still enjoying his bask in the sun. We kept a safe distance and admired this handsome diamondback specimen.
We also noticed an opening to a burrow under the car that was most likely the snake’s abode. The next day I returned with a sketchpad and rendered a likeness of his majesty. The following day I returned to bid our neighbor a “Good Day” and discovered he had moved out. No doubt he was disturbed by all this human commotion and decided to seek a quieter neighborhood.
Most of the cars were overturned and their parts rusting away and falling off. The ground around them was littered with pieces. Many parts were missing, obviously stripped off by salvage bandits. Overgrowth was beginning to swallow whatever remained. They also provided shelter and home for wild creatures. As we walked by this auto graveyard, Armando announced, “I going over there to take a leak,” as he pointed toward over to the overturned cars. Phil and I continued on the walk.
We were not too much farther along when we heard Armando’s startled shout, “Oh my God, What the fuck.” We turned around to see Armando in the classic pose of a man standing and urinating. He had one hand on his hip, the other on his penis. The only difference is he was holding this pose in midair and traveling backwards. I wondered what force could have propelled him in that direction. We returned to see what it was. Armando landed on the ground several feet from where he launched and finished his mission by the time we arrived. Then we noticed what had surprised him
There under the upside down hood coiled on a sand pile was a large majestic rattlesnake. In front of him the ground was slightly damp, most likely from a recent urine shower. Armando related how as he begin to piss, he looked down and spotted this snake in his urinal. Luckily the only one to startle and react was Armando. The snake was still enjoying his bask in the sun. We kept a safe distance and admired this handsome diamondback specimen.
We also noticed an opening to a burrow under the car that was most likely the snake’s abode. The next day I returned with a sketchpad and rendered a likeness of his majesty. The following day I returned to bid our neighbor a “Good Day” and discovered he had moved out. No doubt he was disturbed by all this human commotion and decided to seek a quieter neighborhood.
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