We Can't All Be Rattlesnakes
Chapter One
Call Me Crusher
I had shed a skin the day of my capture. As always, the
sloughing left me famished, so I curled up under a shady
patch of creosote and eagerly awaited the first rodent
to cross my path. Gopher was at the top of my list,
though I was so hungry that I'd gladly have settled for
even a nasty, gristly little shrew.
A rodent did not cross my path first that morning,
however. A lower life form did: a human.
Humans are not difficult to detect. Their footfalls are
thunderous. My best hope was to freeze and hope my
camouflage would conceal me. The chances of this were
good, human senses being so dull.
The creature approached. It was an oily, filthy, fleshy
human child. It leaned forward, squinting with malicious
eyes.
I was familiar with humans at this point only from afar,
but even from there, I found them a pitiable species:
scaleless, fangless, clawless, nearly furless, wingless,
venomless, witless. I honestly didn't understand how
they had thrived so.
This particular specimen was notably on the plump side.
Its face and limbs bo ... read full excerpt from: We Can't All Be Rattlesnakes ebook
