April 25, 2009|Comments (4)
Oh my, Joshua has struck again. Perhaps you remember when he held this darling fluff-ball in his hands. Now look at my wild and crazy guy.
Of course, this tiny snake is nothing compared to the creatures that Joshua has handled in the past.
Real men aren’t afraid of a scorpion. Nope.
Certainly not rattlesnakes. Sakes, no.
He usually places them in a lidded bucket and hauls them to the far corners of Ft. Benning, where they can live out the rest of their lives peacefully — perhaps wrapped around the leg of an unsuspecting private.
I have a wild man living at my place
Holding crocs and snakes and beasts up to his face
My husband has never faltered, never blinked, or stopped in fear
The world may never know what he is capable of doing here
While others watched Crocodile Hunter: Steve Irwin
Every single scary creature he caught, calmed, and set free again
Just like my wild man.
It’s okay to have identity crisis and think you you are a poet, right?
Want to read about the one snake we killed or how we try to live in harmony with nature? Click here.
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