What I already did with one Copperhead I encountered on the Appalachian Trail. I dropped a rock directly on his head, took him back to the tent, cut his head off, slipped his skin off inside out, dried the skin with some baking soda, rinsed all that off, dried it again, cut down the middle of his tummy with some shears, flattened him out on my dresser between the top and the glass. My attempt to cook his flesh went awry, partly because I was trying to start a fire and cook him in the wild and did not secure him on the green stick nor have the proper kind of wood handy for a fire.. No one would take the head, so I gave up on that part. This happened at age twelve and I kept him for many years until a botanist friend wanted it because of its lovely patterns. I gave it away because I felt the skin was appreciated by the recipient at a time in which I had a couple of children and did not need to come off as Macho Mama. Regretted this later because I should have sewed it into some piece of clothing and occasionally dressed new tribal and kept that part and re-purposed it into various other garments.
What would you do and say if your favorite aunt came to your house with a cake she baked especially for you covered with your favorite kind of frosting and decorated with your favorite kind of candy?