Someone spots a raven swooping down on a snake in the river. I grab the camera and run down for a look. Could be a moccasin with some strange markings... or could be a harmless blotched water snake... I'm not too sure. Cyndi says that we better kill it with a shovel. I tell her we'll just leave it be. I say, "If it bites you, just bite it back and you'll be even."