I was so jealous of my husband having come upon a hog-nosed snake several years ago. It performed its full repertoire for him – flaring like a cobra, striking, upchucking a partially digested meal, and finally rolling onto its back as if it were dead. He didn’t know what it was. Believing that it was dying, he scooped it up with a stick, carried it near the pond, and laid it down. He told me about his experience and I said, “That was a hog-nosed snake!”
Fast-forward to this week and I finally had the opportunity to interact with this wonderful creature. Charlie, our dog, had found it. He has this particular cadence to his his bark when he’s found something that he wants us to address. The snake was burrowing into a hole in the ground, possibly to rid itself of Charlie’s barking and its perceived impending doom. After several minutes of Charlie being away from the scene, it backed itself out of the hole. 
At the time, I knew what kind of snake it wasn’t, i.e., venomous, but I didn’t know what kind of snake it was. It was Elvis who said, “It’s a hog-nosed.” And he was absolutely right. This little one didn’t barf on me, but it did offer the characteristic cobra flare and roll over to play dead.
I can now scratch off seeing and interacting with a hog-nosed snake from my bucket list. What a memorable experience!