When I was in college, I went out for a run on a trail through the woods in the evening. Turned out, there was a copperhead migration going on. The trail was gravel and sand covered with pine needles. I was glad the snakes were moving pretty fast, because if they had been still, I would have stepped on at least a dozen. I encountered one particularly big snake that was slowly moving across the trail and just stopped to let it cross. A couple of other runners also stopped where I was. A third one came along as the big snake was almost across and didn’t wait. He picked up a log from the edge of the trail and threw it onto the poor thing and went on his merry way. So now there was an injured, angry, immobilized snake on the trail.
Asshole!
