Aunt Eddy and the Copperhead

Aunt Eddy, my great great aunt, lived with her brother Uncle Cleve across from the old Furman campus in Greenville. My surrogate grandparents, I spent many weekends playing all over the abandoned campus and in my uncle’s garden and in their backyard. I loved it there. Once, when I was really little, I was playing with a pipe. A baby copperhead fell out and bit my leg. Aunt Eddy, who must’ve been close to eighty, heard me screaming, ran down the back steps, swept me into her arms, smashed the snake’s head with the substantial heel of her old lady’s shoes, then ran me back up to the kitchen, cut my leg, sucked out the poison and then called my mother and they took me to the hospital to get a shot of antivenom.