We peeled the tarp back and checked. Nothing.
He picked up the netting and kept unrolling it, stringing it over the fenceposts, and then he stopped and dropped the netting again. "There!" he said. "You hear it?"
We crowded around and listened. I'd never encountered a wild rattlesnake in person before, so I thought it was cool. It rattled, sure enough. The rattlesnakes in this area are pygmy rattlers, and so the rattle sounded a bit buzzy, like an angry bug. I still couldn't tell where it was coming from -- and then we saw it.
Curled up in the middle of the tube of orange netting my coworker had been hugging to his chest.
"Dude," I said. "*Way to fail your spot hidden check.*"
We had enough rolls of netting. We let the snake have that one.