I know, Frank. It just happened that I had a hoe in hand, and shoes on. Dave was in the house working and ran out, barefoot (in response to all the screaming of course, lol!) So, I had to do the dirty deed. I was starting to get pretty ticked off about all the critiquing, honestly. After about the 6th whack, the snake was dispatched with. It was a baby, and would have never given me any warning that he was there before a strike, as all it had was one button. And Gina, I hear you. I hate to have to kill them, but I'm not skilled enough to scoop them up, and re-home them somewhere more remote. So, for my safety, my family and friend's/visitor's safety, and especially me dogs' safety, I have to dispatch with the rattlers. Fortunately, we have plenty of Califorinia King snakes, Garter snakes and Gopher snakes on my property that we just let be. They help keep my rodent population down, along with all the owls, falcons, hawks, coyotes, weasels and bobcats we have out here in the hills of N. San Diego county.