Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Where is Samuel L. Jackson when I need him?

I sounded like Samuel L. Jackson from Snakes on a Plane on Saturday night. I dropped the F-Bomb more then once. I have always said that I'm more of a snake girl then a spider girl. Meaning....that I can handle seeing snakes more then I can handle being around spiders. Well, I LIED!
Case and I spent Saturday night in the bedroom watching TV, breastfeeding and eating the last of the Oreo's before I go on my "No more maternity jeans" diet. It was to say the least uneventful until I went to get the last Oreo. I came back in the bedroom and STEPPED on something. I thought it was the dogs tail but it couldn't be since they both were on the bed looking at me. I looked down and a freakin' snake slithered under my bed. I was in shock! I sat down my milk and cookies, grabbed Case (he was in his bouncy), yelled for the dogs and headed for the door. I was shaking, cussing and having a mild panic attack. Brady was at work and I didn't think he could c0me home early, so I called every friend (that I knew would be willing to come help me fight the snake) in Wichita and none of them were home. I finally called Brady hoping and praying he could come home early. He asked how big it was and of course I might have made it bigger then it really was, but I don't care if it was a long worm, I wanted it out of my house.
Brady comes home tears the bedroom upside down and NO SNAKE! I'm on the verge of packing up and heading to a hotel. After about an hour we decide it is hopeless that no snake will be found. Brady accuses me of taking LCD and seeing snakes floating around our house, but whatever...I know what I saw.
I then head into Case's room to put on his PJ's and guess what is in the middle of his bedroom floor....the FREAKIN' SNAKE! I don't know how it got past us, but it did. Brady of course figured out I found the snake and took a golf club to secure it. He picked it up with gloves and since it was not a poisonous snake he released it in the street. Was it as big as I said? No. But once again that is not the point, it was a snake and as far as I knew it was on a mad rampage and was going to eat my two doxies and baby for dinner.
So that is my lengthy snake story. I have went around all week thinking I see a slithering snake out of the corner of my eye....but no...it is usually a cord or Dixie's tail. I now have to say I'm more of a spider girl then a snake girl....a spider I can kill with a newspaper, snakes can be a little trickier.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

I love you Charly, but i would have to admit that i would not be one of those friends that would come to help you. I don't DO snakes. I would, however, call every man I knew to come over and get it.