Doing some sweeping in front of the shop and saw this venomous beauty just chilling. ...

... I didn’t want to disturb her...so I whipped my phone out...crouched down...snapped a few pics...and shouted like a little baby when she suddenly moved lightning quick (away from me I might add). I had called my business partner on the store line to let him know that she or her brethren were back from last year and he had a good laugh at me being startled like a bitch. He also tried to convince me that if I got bit it wouldn’t be that big of a deal as I wouldn’t die from it. Still...no thanks. It’s already been a miserably difficult week...no need to add to the fun by rushing to the hospital for antivenom. I’d rather be bit by ScarJo’s version. That’s probably about the only thing that would end the week on a positive. Anyone here ever been chomped by one of these?!?