Having only been out to run twice this year, I forgot about snakes — but snakes did not forget about me.
I was *attacked by a giant red, black, and yellow one!
*By “attacked” I mean he was just slithering across the trail, but still, I consider that an act of war!
I was going to take a picture, but by the time I landed, I was 1/4 mile away.
Snakes. Why does it have to be snakes!?