While we are sorry that Shorti had shoulder surgery and is in pain, we "hens" are having some fun spending some time together. (I do have a picture of Shorti recouping, but I'm smart enough not to post it and to hold all details close, right now, anyway!)
The best story told round ailing Shorti was the snakebite her sister, Pat, got when she was a child. We - the girls - had heard this story secondhand from Shorti for years, but Pat got to tell it this time. Oh, and we also got to see the snakebite scars, but I was too unsettled to get a picture for the Blog, darn it!
So here's the story: They were playing coed softball when Pat ran after a long drive into the wood. She felt something sting her, so she rode her bike three blocks home.
Alice had gone out, and Grandpa was in the tub, but he got out quickly when Pat came home with the sting/bite. He took her to the fire station, but no one knew what it was, so he went to the hospital, where the doctor determined it was the bite of a poisonous snake. He said that of they'd been just a little longer, Pat wouldn't have made it.
After Pat was nursed back to health, Grandpa and two other men set out to the park to find the snake. They found a water moccasin and killed it, assuming it was the one that bit Pat. I thought that was so very Southern, to go hunt and kill what hurt you. Hopefully it WAS the right snake, or that snake was wondering what in the world he'd done to extract that kind of beating!
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