Snakes. I hate snakes. Detest them, afraid of them, still haven't figured out why God couldn't make a giant big bear the reason Eve ate the apple... you get the drift. I don't want them around.
So imagine my surprise when at about 1 in the morning there was one in our CITY house. Not our country house in rural Missouri, where copperheads and rattlesnakes are spotted all summer long. Ugh. I thought I was safe. It's the middle of winter, we've had a snow storm and it's literally freezing outside. Winter is supposed to be my time to be able to move around without feeling the dread of coming up on a snake. Guess the stinkers didn't get the message.
So here we are, I've crashed out because well, babies. (2 could come at any moment and I don't want to be exhausted when they decide to arrive.) and the dogs start growling and throwing a fit. I am beyond annoyed because this is the second time they have done this tonight and tell the boyfriend to go see if someone is here or something. Thank goodness for loud, ferocious sounding dogs.
Up goes the boyfriend, in the dark hallway where he finds nothing. Upon coming back in the hallway (Did I mention I've walked down said hallway a half a dozen times in the last hour?) he seeing a snake moving on the side of the hallway. Throws the light on and BAM!, baby garter snake. About a foot long with it's nasty slithering belly. The stuff of nightmares ya'll.
He yells for me to close the bedroom door and I have to ask why. He tries to tell me just to close the door and get back in bed, but it won't work. I HAVE to know what is going on. He tells me what he has found and his plan of attack. He wrangles the little bugger into our spare bedroom and catches him. Broom and 5 gallon bucket to the rescue! Well... I guess the boyfriend to the rescue too. Crisis semi-diverted. I did mention this is the stuff of nightmares right!?
Somehow I managed to fall back asleep without needing alcohol or a Xanax. I'm impressed with my mind skills. I convinced myself there was only one... except Sushi dog now keeps checking out the corner where all his carney boxes are stored. I'm totally keeping my feet on the chair and an eye on the corner.....
