If there's one thing I DO NOT have the stomach for, it's snakes. I woke up from a nap to find my 2 girls, Sophia and Gette, staring intently under the book case...the baby had her arm stretched underneath. Oh, I figured, another lizard in the house, as I keep the patio door open so they can come in and out of the house. Jiggy was in the patio, minding his own beeswax, for some reason.
So I get up, grab the flashlight, get down on my hands and knees, and oooh nooooo!!! It's a thin, brown snake!!! Of course, I get so scared, I suck all the air in from the room through my mouth, and my husband immediately knows what THAT means!!!
It took a good 20 minutes for him to finagle the slithering creature into a big empty coffee can and stick the lid on. It got as far as one foot from our bedroom door, though, before this happened.
We released him in the front of the yard, but the baby's still looking for it under the bookcase...go figure. Sophia must've been last on line when God was handing out brains.
So I get up, grab the flashlight, get down on my hands and knees, and oooh nooooo!!! It's a thin, brown snake!!! Of course, I get so scared, I suck all the air in from the room through my mouth, and my husband immediately knows what THAT means!!!
It took a good 20 minutes for him to finagle the slithering creature into a big empty coffee can and stick the lid on. It got as far as one foot from our bedroom door, though, before this happened.
We released him in the front of the yard, but the baby's still looking for it under the bookcase...go figure. Sophia must've been last on line when God was handing out brains.