||[May. 24th, 2011|10:59 pm]
Just remembered why my family is a bunch of rednecks. Upon seeing two snakes in my aunt's pool (well, the water still in the tarp), it is eventually decided it would be best to kill the snakes. At first it was mainly because we didn't know if they were just common water snakes, or if they were copperheads. But upon finding out they were water snakes, we still decided to get rid of them because of the young kids that play in the yard. So now at least ten members of my family are around the pool. My brother-in-law, cousin, and I are now taking turns trying to kill the snakes with two BB guns. It took us over an hour, and everyone actually enjoyed the time. The only thing that could have made it more hillbilly was if we had a sixpack of beer on hand.
The one thing that did surprise me was my grandmother, who was shocked that I would even kill something. She is right though, I don't like the idea of being directly responsible in an animal's death. But when I look at my kid sister, and my still new goddaughter, I knew that what was more important was being done.