We grew up near south mountain about 150 miles away. We would always go out in the desert for smoking, drinking, and quite frankly they were the only thing in the desert that we weren’t afraid of. The coyotes at night and rattle snakes during the day. Had one rattler that wouldn’t back down after protecting its young. A lot of rocks belted at that point to kill it. Another time my friend went the wrong way and jumped in the snakes den under a thorny tree. He goes what do I do? Get out of its den. He came out covered in cuts

I guess it’s better than a snake bite, but he’s the one who did exactly what you shouldn’t and trapped himself. Nice to meet you neighbor