Well, I'm going to tempt LadyLuck and her partner Fate here.
Last night, a bit after 2000, I took the two dogs to go outside before bedtime treats and all. They know the routine, so when I opened the screen door, they charged right off across the patio and around the cedar tree and then came high speed scooting back- fast and panicky. The screen door hadn't quite closed before they were back. I was just getting ready to tell them off for thinking they could fool me like that when I heard the bzzzzzzzz!
Get in the house- both of you--
Called to DH, I think there's a snake out there.
Out he went- sure enough, a young about 18" Diamondback to the front right of the cedar tree, tucked between two big pots with callas and tropicals. We called the local Fire Department and they sent a truck out with friendly young men who were unfailingly polite, who lifted the snake, put it into a lidded bucket and will take it somewhere away to release it. We were being *nice* to it. Before, we usually relocated them. Into the garbage can. With a shovel.
Well, we all got in bed, and to no one's surprise, Charlie was acting very agitated- he's a scaredy-cat anyway, he doesn't like anything that upsets his worldview of me being his Everything Saving him from everything that scares him. Eventually, we all fell asleep; but I woke up at around midnight. Charlie was still very agitated, unable to do his usual stretch out on his side and snore like a creaky butterfly. Took my pillow out to the couch, Charlie followed, of course, and we kind of snuggled in- and as I was rubbing Charlie's ears and head, I found an-egg-sized fluid filled ballooning under his chin. And his face had swelled so his head looked football shaped from the front.
*Bad Word Starting With F*
Charlie got bit by a rattlesnake
It's midnight in rural Arizona, two miles from the border. There's only one vet in town that is open seven days, and none are open past 2000 hours. Both DH and I take meds that mean we can't go driving on the Interstate up to Tucson at night- Bad Word Bad Word Bad Word
Well, we managed to wait until our vet opened at 0700, and we got Charlie right in. Fluids, pain meds, antivenin- they said we can pick him up tonight at 1800; we take him back for a recheck and he may have to stay another day for more fluids and pain control, but everyone is cautiously optimistic Charlie will survive.
But I still want to know what The Bad Word a rattlesnake was doing IN MY YARD in MID-NOVEMBER when it is only sixty or so degrees?? We've not seen a snake IN THE YARD in quite a few years- and that was a gopher snake, and by now, most of the dam-- dang-- things should be denned up and hibernating, NOT moseying around my potted plants.
I am going to lodge a complaint at the highest level.
Charlie