When you were eight years old, did you really give a crap about anything?

Makes sense.

So I was strolling along the bank of the Agua Fria river (AZ) when I noticed a snake blocking my path. You know how river banks tend to be: there was limited space that could be called "path". But there was space for a snake to wiggle away, so all I needed was to motivate the snake to get lost.

I recalled a tv show I had seen where a rattlesnake was sneaking up on a mouse: the mouse turned his back on the snake and began digging furiously, throwing the dirt on the snake. Well, snakes don't like dirt to be thrown on them, so the snake went away and the mouse got to live a while longer.

So that's what I did: I picked up some dirt on the toe of my shoe and flicked it onto the snake. The snake didn't like getting flicked, so he got lost.

I felt so smart I hardly knew how to act!