An acquaintance from the Hash named Joe gave Rock a pet rattlesnake, but Rock lost it in short order. Apparently he had let it wander too far down a trail. Joe explained as they hiked in search for it. "Snakes aren't like dogs or cats," Joe said "They're not smart enough to remember where you live, or even that your house is a reliable source of food. That snake took off down this trail, and it won't turn back. He's just looking for food."
Joe turned off the trail onto a creek bed. Rock was far behind, and his attention was drawn to a strange orange creature in an eddy. It was the size of a plastic sandwich bag and shaped much the same, like a pillow. It's small head had almost mammalian features, with a well-defined mouth, nose, and eyes. It seemed wary of Rock, who began wonder if it might attack.
And then it did, and suddenly the shiny, slimy reptile clung to Rock's leg. Rock knew that he could easily knock it away but worried that it might be poisonous.
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