I love the macho bravado in the air this time of year. We have on one hand every armchair quarterback giving his or her reviews of the most recent game—what season is it anyway? We have school pride in the air, fall hunting season in its beginning phases, and of course with the cooler temperatures coming, we have the last big movement of snakes. I often get tagged on social media in various images of snakes with people seeking a frantic identification. Usually, it is a picture of a mangled snake with someone asking for my postmortem identification of the slithering offender. Ninety-nine percent of the time the serpent in question is merely a harmless snake that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.