In parting, I figured I’d include my very own iron snake in this snake-heavy post. I bought it years ago, after having survived an internship for the US Park Service, where I spent three months measuring abandoned historic buildings. There were snakes all over the place, and I was a nervous wreck. When the internship was up, I found this little guy in a gallery. I realized that he – better than anything else – would be a good souvenir to remember my rather unforgettable three months in Snake Country by. Thus, I grabbed my phobia by the fangs. Since then, I have grown to like him quite a bit!