I think the title says it all. I got my first snake bite Monday from a grouchy little Blood Python named "Satan's Slave Girl" (above). I was cleaning her enclosure and I must have spooked her when I picked her up to put her back inside because she struck and grazed my knuckle. It didn't hurt. In fact, I had to look at my hand before I was sure she'd even hit me. Not to say that it didn't hurt later... it did. 
The overnight lows were around thirty degrees, so we brought the air mattress and an electric blanket. We also brought a bunch of card and board games and cheated again by bringing the laptop to watch movies while it rained. Before we left our campsite, our friend the old brown dog showed up for a visit. He spent a few hours with us on my birthday camping trip, and must live somewhere in the area. We fed him a little beef jerky and played in the snow before saying goodbye. It turned out to be a fun weekend.
