John Hauenstein:  

curity for my kids. They can sell it if they need money. Designed and built a house on the farm. My wife served as general contractor. She may never forgive me. The rattlesnake could not make itself heard over the sound of the chainsaw. It struck me through my right front pants-pocket. The barbed wire seemed sharp for it's age. An hour later, my wife called the hospital in Huntsville. "Does he have difficulty breathing? Is there tightness in his chest?" I had no symptoms, but could easily respond to suggestions. The only evidence was a pair of fang-holes that seeped blood and a circular black spot that remained for a week or so. No treatment but a tetanus shot. My neighbor said' "I thought to tell you you shouldn't be up there. But I figured you knew what you was doin'." I don't know if my retirement from Space Station was more relief for me or my workmates. It's up there now.