This baby rattler showed up to die!

Isn't he cute? NO!

More of his last moments!

Bob knows he isn't supposed to play with snakes. His sister Barb told him, I told him, but does he listen? No! One evening he comes in acting strangely calm, and walks through the familyroom to the garage door. I next see him exit the house by going through the formal diningroom (a route he never takes) like a kid who is hiding something. I got up and walked to the window, and when I saw him reach the sidewalk and start to run with a stick in his hand, I knew for sure that he was up to something! I ran out there in time to see him poking at a baby Western Diamondback Rattle snake. For those of you who don't know much about these little gems, they are born in or around October and they have about a dozen brothers and sisters. My thinking is that if you let one snake live, they tend to make more snakes and I want them dead.. but Bob felt very bad about killing this one. I will tell you that he got over that by the time he found the second one!

Bob and his catch of the day.