People often ask what I do to develop my uber muscular quadriceps, hamstrings, and gluteus maximus and the answer is this really amazing technique called Sprinting Away From A Pygmy Rattle Snake After Stepping On Him.
And if you're wondering why my left bun is about twice the size of my right it's because I was stung by a bee while trying to photograph a tortoise, two wild boars and a family of armadillos who nearly trampled us on their trek toward the ocean.
True. Story.
It's been an eventful day.
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You are the toughest. That snake could clearly give a shit about being politically correct and you didn't die. So there.
Ho Hum ... typical day in Paradise, no?
(poor arm ... good thing you are strong like bull :)
Andrew was all, "You saved our lives." And I was like, "I think so." Then he said, "I won't forget this."
"Oh, trust me, neither will I."
Think White Christmas for any of you old movie buffs.
Just to be clear, Broad, it wasn't my arm that was stung -- it was the left half of my tushy. Which is why I'm typing this standing up.
Don't ever say that I don't do anything for you guys.
If any post deserves an "OMG!", this is it! OMG!!! I would have had a heart attack if I had stepped on a rattle snake. I didn't realize JAX was such a jungle!
I think these things would only happen to you, Kelly! :)
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