Okay here it goes.
I know this animal/reptile is not considered exotic in my area, but it's one of the best stories I've got.
Sorry for the violence and language.
****Parental Guidance Is Suggested****
A few years ago I had a house that butted up to the mountains in the east part of Phoenix. One night I was sitting down watching the tube, and I see something moving across the floor. My little Chihuahua noticed the same thing. It was a baby rattle snake about 8 inches long. I immediately put the dog up, and proceeded to try and catch the little fucker. I hate snakes so this was a real bitch. I had to flush it out from under a couch with a broom handle. I finally got it under a bucket and beat the living shit out of it with a shovel.
When my wife came home I told her the story, needless to say she was a bit freaked out. The following evening we had a 4th of July get-together planned at our place with some friends.
As the night went on we were all hanging by the pool, and cooking out. I couldn't myself, and told the story to my buddies. It's no secret that I don't like snakes so everyone had a good laugh. I still had the little bastard in the bucket, so I could show them.
No sooner than about 20 minutes after the story was told, my friends wife screamed out and said "there's a fucking snake over here."
All the guys that heard the story started to laugh their asses off as they thought I put a rubber snake in the grass by the fence.
I was the only one not laughing! I said that thing is real, and sure enough it started to move. We were about 5 feet away from it, and this sucker was huge. I went and got a flash light to illuminate the area.
A friend of mine grabbed the infamous snake shovel not far away. He started poking at the snake to get it to move away from the wall. The next thing I heard was "I missed it", and "Chris bring that fucking flash light back." When the snaked moved, I guess I must have backed up a few feet.
My friend finally manage to get the snake with the very same shovel I killed the little one with, he cut it's head off, and tossed it over the fence.
I've always thought it was the mother snake attempting a vandetta against me for killing the little one.
Anyways, not long after this incident we decided to sell the house. I never felt comfortable letting the dog out between the snakes and scorpions.
So kids, the moral of the story is...., don't but a house by the mountains in the desert if you don't dig reptiles and shit like that. B)