Matt had been doing all the driving so far at this point in our Mexico trip, but Andrew decided that he'd like to take over for a while. As soon as he got behind the wheel, he told Matt and me that there were three things he couldn't do all of at the same time: (1) drive; (2) talk; (3) notice snakes on the road. As he was telling us this, Matt said "I think there's a snake on the road up there". Andrew did not react (he was still driving, and talking), and we were getting closer, so Matt said "Snake ahead!'. Andrew did not react (you know why). I yelled "STOP STOP STOP!!!!" and brakes were rapidly applied. But we had gotten so close to the snake that we could not see it, and feared it had met its fate on our tires.

We all jumped out of the now-stopped car. Matt looked behind the car, and reported no snake there. I looked along the sides, and reported no snake there. Andrew looked under, and reported no snake there. Hmm. Matt, apparently not a trusting sort, looked under for himself and saw the snake a couple of inches from the front tires. It had not been hit, but apparently was having trouble deciding which way to flee after its near-death experience, which gave Matt the opportunity to grab it. We took pictures the next day back at our hotel, and then released the snake at night right where we had found it.