yesterday when i opened the sliding glass door to take the trash out, I stepped over the tracks and thought "why is there a stick on the tracks?" so I looked back and it wasn't a stick. IT WAS A SNAKE! granted, the snake was only a foot long and about as thick as my finger, but I'm pretty sure it had no business laying on my doorstep. And I hadn't closed the door behind me!
So I did what any normal woman would do - I screamed like a girl.
Justin's response was very rational - close the door.
Close the door? Um I can't with a snake in the way! But I didn't want it to get inside either. Luckily Justin came to my rescue with a spatula and chopped the snake (which looking back is comical, but at the time was like a knight in shining armor coming to my rescue with a very practical tool!)
Oh, and a neighbor watched it all from the back steps. I'm sure she got a kick out of retelling the story to her friends about the little white girl who screamed about a tiny baby snake.
How weird is it that this is the second time I've stepped over a snake on my back porch? (the first time was in college station before we moved to Dominica - we had to call Animal control for that one though)
what can I say? Snakes love me!
2 comments:
OMG! Seriously I was watering the yard and walked right up on one about the same size. I freaked out and ran inside and called Chad...yes, on the phone and told him there was a snake outside. He just asked if I killed it because that would have been the logical thing to do and I was like NO! We are so chicken sometimes!
Ashley, remember the snake in the bathroom at the catfish restaurant at Caddo Lake? Sara, remember the snake in Grandmama and Papa's house? You both handled those situations better than I would have. Yuck!
Love, Aunt Mimi
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