Few things worse than knowing you have a rattlesnake in the yard you can’t locate, like yesterday while Robbin was gardening with the cats and dogs about. She heard it buzz briefly in the vicinity of two kittens playing around a down, Palo Verde limb I’d been saving to address in cooler weather. For well over an hour, we hunted and poked the brush and weeds, cracks in rocks, and even watered all around, but to no avail.
Finally, after clearing the last of four Kubota loads of corded-up Palo Verde, Robbin spotted it making a tentative escape, but had it dispatched with birdshot before I could turn to get the pistol. It was fairly small, a good match for the fang marks our young tomcat packed for most of last month.
The Western Diamondback can be a very pretty reptile, not really looking for trouble, wanting only to be left alone. Rattlesnake and Palo Verde, not bad for a Sabbath—two birds with one stone.