Snakes

My dad lives in a subdivision that is outside of town.  There are woods and fields that border the subdivision.  Its East Texas.  I have to preface this story with that information so you know he's living somewhat out in the country.

Curtis:  I saw a snake last night.  Big snake.  Well not really big - about 2 feet long.

Me:  A snake??  What kind?

Curtis:  Copperhead.

Me:  That's scary.

Curtis:  He was real pretty.  A real pretty snake.  Kinda rusty colored.

Me: Did you kill it?

Curtis:  Well I didn't have anything to kill it with.  Its kinda hard to fight snakes in the dark.

Me:  I can imagine.

Curtis:  I've seen more snakes this year then I've ever seen before.  One of my workers killed a bull snake.  Not my pet snake.  That was a bull snake too.

Me:  I'm sorry, there were TWO bull snakes around there?

Curtis:  Yes but only one was my pet.  The one that lived in the garage.  I call him "pet" but I didn't pet him any.  I don't pet snakes.

Me:  Thank God for that.

Curtis:  I better let you go.  I gotta go out there and cut off the water.

Me:  Well be careful Dad. It sounds like you've got 1000 snakes around there. The last thing I need is you getting bit by a snake.

Curtis:  Aw, hell. I don't want to get bit by a snake.  I'm careful.  I look for them now.