Last evening I went out for a stroll with my sandals on to do a little birdwatching in the neighborhood. I found a dead copperhead in the street:
Then I wandered off on a gravel road and kinda tripped on a small mound of dirt while I had my binoculars trained on a pair of scissor-tailed flycatchers. When I caught myself and looked down, this is what I saw. I rather caught my breath, but then noticed it wasn't moving, and there were a couple flies on it. Not to worry, it was also dead!
I've heard a rumor that birdwatchers get more snake bites than hikers because they're always looking up instead of down.