The chuckwalla lizard should not be confused with the chukar bird who also supposedly lives in the desert. I don't know anything about chukar except that one time Josh went on a hunting expedition for chukar and I had the image in my head of a little tweety- finch looking bird with huge eyes and Josh holding a glock sideways at him. It's one of my favorite completely made up images and still makes me laugh when I think about it. Turns out chukars are kinda weird looking.
We did not see any snakes. This is good because I hate snakes. I hate all types of snakes. Good snakes, non-poisonous snakes, water snakes, baby snakes, dead snakes, snake eggs and snake gumbo. When I see a snake I use what Bill calls my sonic weapon. Two weeks ago we were riding and nobody told me there was a snake and I screamed so loud Bill heard me almost a half a mile back. Turns out that particular snake had been run over by a previous cyclist and was near dead. I did not care and was upset that no one noticed the snake and didn't say, Bethany-snake, so I would know ahead of time. I'm not a diva when I am on the bike, but I do request prior notification for all snakes.
There are these types of snakes in the Mojave Desert:
Mojave Green: A very poisonous snake. He is green. I spend much of my bike rides and hikes listening for him and getting ready to scream should I need to. They sun in the morning and afternoons in the summer. If you go later in the morning you have less of a chance of seeing them, but I have seen lots of Mojave Greens. One time Bill almost stepped on one and I screamed. One time I nearly ran over one. I screamed. One time I heard one and I screamed.
Every other snakes: Some snakes are not poisonous and the bike guys like to tell me that I don't have to be afraid of these types of snakes, but I don't care. A snake is a snake is a snake.I think one time Josh and I saw this snake.
We were hike-a-biking out at Sycamore Rocks in a canyon and all the sudden we saw the biggest snake I have ever seen in my life even in a zoo. He was at least 5 feet long and as fat as my forearm. I screamed. Josh screamed. We didn't know how we were going to get out of the canyon because he was in our way. Then I said, well at least he's not rattling and then he started to rattle. I screamed and jumped back and broke a nail. He scuttled under a rock and we high tailed it out of there. Then we saw another two other snakes on the way out, so when Josh drove home, I put my feet up on the dash in case one tried to jump in the car. I didn't want to take any chances.
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