We relocate to another site for the last few days, hooking up with a SWAT team of scientists trying to apprehend new Diamondbacks for a study.  No such luck, though we do find a previously-caught participant resting near a stump hole. At last we start to find something.  Corn Snakes show up regularly, some of them under cover, others curled up beside logs.  Several are getting ready for their first shed of the season.    Of course, not to be outdone by their more colorful cousins, Racers (what else?) are our most frequent finds. In addition to Diamondbacks, Canebrakes are also being studied at this site, and we are glad to add a couple to the sample size, as well as discover a recapture. This Yellow Rat Snake is stretched out on the ruins of an uprooted tree.  Several of us walk right by until someone points it out.   These two are just basking out in the open, trying to warm up on a cool, cloudy day.   And finally we find a Hognose.  For all the years we’ve been herping, Ron and I had never seen one in the field.  Maybe we hadn’t spent enough time in the right habitat, or it’s been the wrong season, or it was the lingering curse of the common snake (see previous reports for an explanation).  But this time we score when Ron sees one just sitting there in a patch of sunlight.  Then, with the slightest touch, it promptly rolls over, writhing and drooling and overacting until it lies still, enthusiastically performing a melodramatic death scene on the forest floor.