About 25 years ago, I was cutting the weeds (aka my lawn) and got down off the tractor to move some deadfall. I squatted down to lift the log, and must have scared a young Copperhead. Frankly, (I'd be scared if I saw that big rear-end of mine coming at me.) Needless to say, he bit me in a very tender spot. I got back to the house, and went in and layed down for a while since I didn't seem to be feeling sick or anything, just a little sore. Woke up after my nap, and didn't give it another thought. Next morning (Sunday), I woke up and just about couldn't get out of bed. The pain was pretty sharp. I went to the closest doc in a box, and he gave me some wide sprectrum antibiotics, and sent me on my way. Next morning, I woke up, and couldn't get out of bed. My wife had to help me. We got into my regular doc pretty quick. He took one look at the wound site, and sent us to the hospital. I ended up staying there for two weeks. The durned snake had given me a flesh mortifying virus. I had to spend another 2 weeks at home after that with a home health nurse coming by to administer IV antibiotics. (Vancomyicin). Needless to say, I no longer have a live and let live attitude when it comes to poisonous snakes.