About a month ago, I was hiking with a friend a mine through the Sonoran Desert in Arizona, on a trip that I had been really looking forward to. To our horror halfway through our expedition, he was bitten by a rattlesnake. Even though we could have easily called 911, I convinced him to “man up” and not call, because I was pretty sure that rattlesnakes don’t have rabies.
I still maintain that I was technically right, but his family continues to have an attitude toward me, and gave me some really dirty looks a week later at his funeral.