I come by my dislike of snakes naturally; Daddy didn’t like them either.  Nonetheless, one of Daddy’s funniest stories was about a snake. Daddy’s misadventure with a snake happened when he was in an army training camp in the southwest somewhere.  I always imagined a desert-like place with troops bivouacked in those big tents built on wooden platforms and outfitted with a half dozen or more bunks.  Daddy didn’t like it there – it was too hot for him.  As Daddy told it, he came slowly awake one night with the realization that there was a large, warm something laying across his forehead. …