Snake

One day in June Jake came in the house while I'm on the phone and says, "Mom I found a snake and it only struck at me 2 times.  Here I am freaking out thinking it's a rattle snake but he informs me it's not.  He wants a tupperware bowl to put on top of it to capture it.  I go out with him to take some pictures.  It was a pretty aggressive snake trying to get out of the yard through the fence. While I was taking pictures it found the crack in the gate and slipped through into the field behind the house.  Of course there were lots of tears because I let it get away. 

So intent on catching it he went out to the field with my swiffer to catch it. While he was back there I hear him start crying.  I wonder did he find the snake and get bit.  Did he get stung by a wasp?  When he finally got to me he says, as he's crying, "I saw a black widow."  I am deathly afraid of black widows and I thought to myself, "What have I taught him!"