My second Texas snake was if anything even smaller than my first. I was starting to lose all respect for this state.

Thirty minutes later, my third Texas snake was even smaller still: a half-sized version of my second. On the one hand, this was ridiculous. Where were the nine foot rattlesnakes? Where were the giant lake snakes? Sheesh.

On the other hand, this was the first time I had seen two Tantilla in the same day, so that was pretty cool.