At least, I have been to a snake.
One day, I was leading a club ride up Waterton Canyon. We hit the first big climb, past the dam, and everyone was in low gear, creeping along. A I rode along behind everyone, I looked over at the edge of the road and saw a snake sunning itself.
I wasn't sure what kind of snake it was, but I was certain about what it wasn't. It was a rattlesnake, so I knew it was harmless.
"Hey, everybody," I called out to the group, "look what I found!"
I got off of my bike, and picked the snake up off of the ground. Lots of oohs and aahs, and a few uncomfortable squeals came from the group as I held the reptile up so that everyone could see.
Suddenly, the snake opened its mouth wide, and it started to convulse rhythmically.
"What's it doing?" someone asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
Just then, legs appeared in the snakes mouth! Then, it became apparent that Mr. Scaly was upchucking a frog. Apparently, he had just eaten, because the frog he threw up was unmarked, and looked like it might hop away.
It didn't, though...