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  • My baby sister decided to have her bachelorette party at her fiance's family ranch in Medina, Texas, deep in the heart of Texas. It was a 2-hour drive, and we arrived at as the sun went down that Friday night. We spent the evening drinking on the wide wooden porch and playing charades. And I pulled off the best pantomime ever that to this day I can't remember. (I blame the tequila.)

    The next morning, as the sun rose over the limestone cliffs, the dog someone had brought along started barking madly at something under that weathered porch. And we discovered our uninvited guest.

    A 6-foot long rattlesnake.

    We, a bunch of city girls in our pajamas drinking mimosas, faced a dilemma. How to get rid of the snake? We used a lifeline and phoned for help. And we learned that fire extinguishers make snakes sluggish. And with shovels, we killed the snake and cut off it's head with a kitchen knife.

    And here's the bride-to-be with her kill.
    Which she had made into a belt for her husband-to-be.
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