Yesterday, I went to the foyer to find this slithering critter. What the heck? This is the SECOND snake we've found in our house over the past few months. If we've actually seen these two snakes, how many others are in here that we're not finding? SHUDDER.
For some reason, I'm not afraid of snakes. At least I'm not afraid until they try to touch me! This little guy was so small, but as I leaned down to take a closer look, it raised its head at me...like a snake does in that creepy I'm-raising-my-snake-head-at-you manner.
Shaye stood off to the side several feet away, screaming, "SNAKE, SNAKE!"
I looked over at her and sarcastically replied, "Wow, I thought it was a pig!"
Then, she stopped screaming for a half second to give a laugh of hysteria. True hysteria. Then, she was back to screaming again.
I decided that I'd better get the snake out of the house so my niece would not be looking around every corner and under every piece of furniture for one version of Lord Voldemort. Heck, I'd be doing the same thing, the snake had to go!
As Shaye stood there dancing around, screeching and with hands at her face in horror, I decided to put her into action. I couldn't leave the snake because there are too many places it could hide. I hollered over Shaye's yelling, "Go unlock the backdoor for me!"
|Lana, the Snake Wrestler...fierceless, brave and heroic...eager to|
rescue her five-year old niece from this terrifying creature! Ha Ha
Meanwhile, I grabbed the camera and took these shots. However, I had to hurry because the snake was wriggling away. I had to redirect it with the toe of my flip flop a few times so I could take a few pictures. Soon, I had to set the camera down and grab the dustpan next. The snake was feisty and would not stay in the dustpan. While dealing with the snake, I was also laughing so hard at the way Shaye was acting that I had to work hard to keep my laughing eyes fully open and on snake alert as I hurried to the backdoor.
I plopped the snake into the grass for the chickens to deal with in their own way. Sorry snake. Chicken #1 grabbed the snake in her beak and took off for the hills, well, we have no hills, but she took off at a good click only to find the snake was too heavy for her to handle.
PLOP! The snake fell into the grass as all the other hens raced in circles looking for the goodie that got away.
For a minute, I stood there with my hands on my hips saying, "Really? You SIX girls LET the snake snack get away from you? A total of twelve chicken eyeballs out here and the snake makes a clean escape?"
From that moment forward, I had an excited five-year old on my hands. She thinks my house is such an awesome place to be...dogs, chickens and snakes. What is next? Keep your eyes open!