I was driving home last night. It was a very windy evening, obviously bringing in a change of weather, but it was still warm. The day had been abnormally hot; simply walking about brought sweat onto my brow. As I drove between two ponds, I saw a dead cottonmouth. It had obviously been crossing from one pond to the other. It was brownish on top and had a yellow-white body, a young snake but deadly nonetheless.
Other parts of the country have snow, but in Florida the snakes are crawling about.
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