I'll never forget my mom's youngest brother took my middle brother and I to Texas in 1993. Those fire aunts kicked my butt, more like feet. Those are little dick heads. The almost worst deal of that trip was when my brother grabbed something and drug it out from under a bush and began swinging it like we did to cats....... It was a Copperhead. My Uncle whom we were visiting ran out and got him to let go of it mid swing. Uncle John ran over with a spade and decapitated that snake lickity split. Luckily it wasn't his first rodeo because it could have been Nick's last.