A guy was walking across the street this evening as we were heading out to the store and the kids came running to tell me he saw a rattlesnake in the neighbor's front flowerbed. So since it was right next to the neighbors who lost one of their boxers last month to a rattlesnake, I decided to get my "stick" (floor scraper with a long handle) and take care of it. husband was understanding but freaking nonetheless while he waited in the van while the kids stood in the driveway watching me. Of course, difficult child 2 puts dibs on the rattle. I had to giggle as I heard difficult child 1 tell husband, "Gee, you're really scared of snakes aren't you Dad? Don't worry, Mom won't let it get you!" What a crazy bunch we are. So after I chopped off the head and snipped off the rattle for difficult child 2, I had to go bury the head in the back yard and toss the carcass down the hill before we could leave for the store. husband was getting a bit impatient, but I felt so bad for the neighbors losing their dog, I just couldn't leave the critter to slither off like that. I expect the turkey vultures will be by in the next day or so to do their job... And who says nothing exciting ever happens in suburbia?