If your from the country…
then you probably know how or have heard of digging yellow root, ginseng or mayapple.
Some people, in the country dig these roots, lay them in the sun to dry and then sell them for a little extra income.
They are used for medicinal purposes.
When I was a teenager we used to go digging. Ginseng is harder to find, while mayapple is harder to dig, because the roots are so deep. Yellow root was the easiest of the three.
While digging yellow root, I came upon this strange looking worm. I picked it up and noticed the strange coloring under the brown outer skin. I commented to the person I was with about it.
They looked at it for a second or two and asked where I found it. After I showed them, we looked around and found several more strange colored worms. This is where I was informed it wasn’t a worm.
It was a baby snake.
Whoa!!! I dropped it instantly.
We decided to move along before the mommy snake came back!
While walking along, I felt something inside my right pants leg, on the back side of my leg just below the knee.
I stopped walking, brushed at it and waited.
Must’ve been my imagination.
A few more steps and I felt it again on the backside of my knee.
Already spooked by the snake nest I had just dug up, I was beginning to get a little uneasy.
Whatever it was, was climbing up the inside of my pants leg. I grabbed it, pant leg and all. And began to dance around.
By this time I was convinced the mommy snake had found me and was determined to avenge the death of her litter.
I was gonna die a half a mile back in the woods and have to be carried out. Or maybe they would just dig a hole and leave me there.
Whatever it was in my hand, in my pant leg, was wiggling. Causing my heart to skip a beat with each movement.
Letting go was not an option.
The only thing left to do was to take my jeans down.
Have you ever tried to pull down a pair of blue jeans with one hand, while the other hand holds onto a mysterious wiggling wad of who knows what?
I had to have help.
And at this point I didn’t care who helped or who watched, I just wanted those jeans down and that thing out of there before it decided to bite with those 6″ fangs my fear had cooked up in my imagination.
I was stripping in the woods and I didn’t care who knew it!
Carefully, unsnapping, unzipping…. Okay, not carefully.
Jerking the snap open and ripping the zipper down, we pulled down my pants to where my hand was holding the wiggling thing.
Carefully positioning myself so that I could get away from whatever it was in my hand, in my jeans…
I opened my hand…
And out jumped a grasshopper.
But only for a second.
Then my face turned three shades of red and I pulled my jeans back up.
And I refused to admit that it ever happened.
Ever had something like that happen to you?