Tuesday, August 12, 2008

SNAKE!!!

About an hour after breakfast this morning, I went back to the kitchen to get a drink. On the floor of the kitchen, not 6 feet from where the girls were playing, was a SNAKE! When I took a step forward (still about 4 feet away), it raised its head and started slithering back and forth. In total panic mode, I told the girls to go stand far away, and I grabbed the phone to call Toby at work. He didn't answer, so who did I call? My dad! I don't know what I thought he could do about it, but I needed a calm, rational voice to talk me through this. As soon as he answered, I said something like, "DAD! There's a SNAKE in the KITCHEN! A SNAKE! IN MY KITCHEN!!WHAT DO I DO???" A few seconds later, I explained that I was pretty sure it was a snake, but there was a small chance it was just an earthworm. Did I not mention that part yet? Yeah,it was pretty small. Okay...it was the size of an earthworm. That's pretty much beside the point, though. A snake is a snake...especially when it is in MY KITCHEN! Long story short (or not so short!), I was able to use my Swiffer WetJet to kill it. It took several attempts, but I got him. My dad stayed on the phone the whole time and talked me through it. Sometime around lunch, I stopped shaking. I managed to get the snake into a little baggie, and I'm saving it for Toby to look at. The good news is that it was a little snake. The bad news is that it was a little snake. I've spent the entire day checking corners and looking under cabinets for other baby snakes. I'm praying that Mama Snake is outside...far, far away. I don't handle these things well. I freak out over geckos. I squeal when I see a spider. Worms gross me out. I have to have my dad come to my house to kill wasps. I can't deal with snakes. Toby will be home within the hour, and I'm sending him out to inspect the yard. By tomorrow night, there will be Snake-A-Way around our home. I'm not taking any chances.

6 comments:

The Savages said...

I am so proud of you for killing the snake, I just might have called 911 if I hadn't been able to get any assistance from my available resources. You tell it so well, funny to hear you tell it, but not funny that it happened. :)

Stephanie said...

I have been the voice of reason once during a lizard invasion, so I can only imagine how freaked you were over a snake! Wow. :) I would love to see that as a new Swiffer commercial!

Anna and the boys said...

Oh girl! I am so sorry you had a "Rope" in your house. That is my nickname for them because I HATE them! I would have reacted the same way. You did great!

The Allens said...

That was great! It's not at all great that you had a SNAKE in your KITCHEN, but the post itself was great. I am anxious to hear Toby's declaration on whether this was actually snake. Ask Toby sometime how my husband handles snakes.

Sara

Robert Allen said...

Let me just end the suspense my wife created by telling you how I would have handled the situation. First, I would have hidden behind Catherine and Grace, shrieking for them to save me. Next, I would have loaded them up in the car and peeled out of the driveway heading in no particular direction. Once I reached either Nebraska or Arizona, I would have called a real estate agent and asked them to list the house immediately. Any house contents the buyers didn't want could be sold on craigs list.

In summary, I'm not a fan of snakes.

karen richardson said...

I have goosebumps from head to toe! Ewwwww....I hate snakes too. You handled yourself and the situation very well. The things we're willing to do for our children, huh?!

I awarded you "The Smile Award" on my blog...check it out!