That's what I saw coming at me in Book One, a frightened cottonmouth looking for a way out of an Everglades fire. I was on the run too, when I tripped and fell through the sawgrass into the nearly dry Everglades. The only thing that saved me that summer was an Everglades white-tail deer-- also on the run-- who happened to trample the poisonous snake-- also known as a water moccasin-- before it had a chance to bite me.
Which brings me to this: apparently the recent heavy rains across SoFla has driven these snakes into the suburbs, disrupting homeowners from their entitled barbecues and strolls through pristine neighborhoods which were at one time not so long ago part of the Everglades.
No matter how hard you try to position that brand new home you just have to have on the scale of Needful Things to be happy, Nature has a way of reminding you that just outside your walled and gated development, grizzly and painful death waits; has been waiting for eons and may in the end in some ironic way, meet you face to face despite all of your efforts to kid yourself that it isn't there, you know, like us, the New Seminole.
Which brings me to this: apparently the recent heavy rains across SoFla has driven these snakes into the suburbs, disrupting homeowners from their entitled barbecues and strolls through pristine neighborhoods which were at one time not so long ago part of the Everglades.
No matter how hard you try to position that brand new home you just have to have on the scale of Needful Things to be happy, Nature has a way of reminding you that just outside your walled and gated development, grizzly and painful death waits; has been waiting for eons and may in the end in some ironic way, meet you face to face despite all of your efforts to kid yourself that it isn't there, you know, like us, the New Seminole.
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