My mother was reminiscing about picking blackberries when she was a little girl in Louisianna. She was terrified of the snakes - poisonous ones that could kill you. I ran inside to change into pants to protect my legs from the thorns when my uncle called.
"What'er'y'all doing? Where's yer Mom?"
"Better watch out for those snakes. They like the rodents that eat the berries."
"Yeah - Mom just said (like two seconds ago). I don't think we have any here."