Ok, so this happened a few months ago. I’m just now getting around to sharing. I blame the trauma of having a snake in my dining room!
My mother and I were the only ones having dinner this particular night. We were sitting at the dining room table, eating and chatting.
When I looked up, screamed “It’s a snake!!!” and ran out the front door.
This is what this section of my dining room looks like.
And this is what I saw. Except it was a real snake! Not my sub standard drawing of a snake!!
Back to the story. My mother heard me scream, but she didn’t understand what I said. She just knew I screamed and ran. So she’s still sitting at the table asking what’s going on? What are you doing?
So I had to yell back in the door about the snake. She’s hard of hearing, so I really did have to yell. lol She finally saw it and came outside.
Then I discovered that I had left my cell phone on the table!! Well, I wasn’t about to go back in there and get it! So my mother did. lol Which I couldn’t believe! lol
Shortly after that, my husband came home from work. He went in, caught it with no problem. Bare handed. And triumphantly carried it outside. lol
“It’s a black snake. It’s the good one! They eat poisonous snakes!”
Ok fine but not in my house! lol So he took it to the field out back and set it free.
Where hopefully, he (or she!) really is eating all the poisonous snakes!
