Poopy Pants

It is truly turning into the most wonderful time of the year in the desert.  Well, other than fall.  Fall is without a doubt the most wonderful time of the year in this neck of the woods.  And summer's not too shabby either.  But for now, most of the cold is history!  The cactus are blooming, the hummingbirds are returning, and even the white winged dove that migrates through has stopped to say a quick hello.  The pyroloxia that we have so appropriately named Bacardi (because he is from the cardinal family) has been in to visit and is now traveling on to his next destination.  So spring is officially in full swing. 

But, I also know with the goodness of spring weather there are two things that will return that I dislike more than anything else I can think of.  One I dislike just because it is so inconvenient and so annoying.  It keeps you inside when the sun and warm weather beckon to you to come out.  That thing is the wind.  It is officially our windy season.  But to pat West Texas on the back I must say that so far this season has not been as windy as most!  Am I complaining???  Heck no!!!  A day without wind this time of year is pretty close to winning the weather lottery.  You start to feel very lucky.
But the other thing that will return strikes fear in my heart.  It is a fear so deep that I speak in languages unknown to man.  It is a fear so traumatizing that it has literally (as a grown adult) made me loose control of my bodily functions.  Yep, that bad!  And the fear I have is a fear of rattlesnakes.  Well, let me correct myself.  It's not just a fear of rattlesnakes but a fear of snakes in general with the worst being the rattlesnake.  The first official siting was at work this week by a visitor.  I am thanking my lucky stars it wasn't me that spotted it first.  You see, most people frown on adults with poopy pants!!  But I heard the story, and I know what it means. 

I know this isn't a rattlesnake, but still..........
 

So now, I'm pretty much on the lookout when I head outdoors.  It doesn't seem so long ago (it was probably this time last year) that I went out early one morning in a pair of very thin flippies to feed the birds only to almost step on a coiled rattlesnake at the birds' watering bowl.  Luckily for me it was extremely cool that morning, and he was not up to par.  Had he been conscious he could have bitten me with no trouble thus bringing on my heart attack along with the poopy pants and imminent death.
So, as happy as I am to have this fabulously warm weather I also know that I must be on the lookout.  Along with being on the lookout I will also keep an extra change of undies very close by because poopy pants just aren't cool!