Bagel Sunday


Enough of being beaten up the ants.  I took the day off - went for an early morning hike up a thousand vertical feet to view the Pacific; brunch at Derek's for homemade bagels, fresh yellow fin tuna and Becca's incredible Sweet Jesus mango hot sauce; lounged by the pool.  Forget the ants.

Well... later things turned violent.  Charlie and I ran into a Fer de Lance hidden in the leaf litter immediately by the trail we were on.  It was coiled up like a small donut, almost impossible to see, ready to strike.  Charlie saw it, yelled snake.  We both jumped.  It was a juvenile, the worst kind, they deliver the most venom.

After that I stayed up for hours filming an ant war.  What a day.