By now I'm thoroughly bored of being sick.
So this morning I got out my little mystery snake to see whether I could get anything better with the camera in my palm pilot (of course not).
The little guy pooped all over the inside of my sleeping bag. I did get it cleaned up and the sleeping bag is now draped over a chair to dry. I keep thinking I smell it on stuff though - is it my hand? my sweater? the couch?
Probably just scent stuck in my nose.
It did make me think of people waking up with Rattlers in their sleeping bag. Then, by association, about that kid who was bitten by a Rattler in Yosemite and posted the blow-by-blow photos of the process he has to go through to save his arm (eleven times surgery).