So, fun and slightly unrelated story:

In the late 80s, when I was a teen, we were driving through the Arizona desert to Mexico and there was this big stretch where there was just nothing. No radio, no rest stops, literally nothing. And I had to pee really bad.

So we pulled over for me to do my business. It was an open desert with nothing to hide behind, so I went a bit from the road and found the biggest bush I could. It was dead and not full enough for much privacy, but far enough that I thought it gave enough cover. So I squatted and pulled down my shorts, and heard a really loud rattle. I didn’t even think. Just scrambled back towards the car, butt naked to the sky, scraping my knees in the dirt. Not even sure when or how I pulled up my shorts.

I’d nearly pissed on a rattlesnake. The adults reassured me that they rattle instead of bite, so I wasn’t in real danger. They thought it was hilarious. I did not.

Sometimes you don’t think, you just do what you can do.