You never know what might happen next around here. Tonight, Robby stepped out on our side porch to put steaks on to grill and heard/saw a rattle snake. He ended up shooting it with a shotgun (not my weapon of choice, but hey, I wasn't the one doing the job). Then he cut off the head and got the rattles. It was pretty big and had 9 rattles and a button. T.S. really wanted to cook it. Thankfully Robby voted no.