zeemanb
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She'll never know, but I have to share it somewhere that isn't as public as Facebook.....I trust many of you will relate to this. She hates bugs, especially spiders. But she is beyond terrified of snakes...a plastic snake prank would be grounds for divorce, seriously. We dropped the kid at daycare today and had the day off to eat some good food and just hang out watching R-rated movies and episodes of Game of Thrones with no paranoia of the 2 year old being emotionally damaged.
When it was getting close to time to pick up the kid, we were running around the house doing various chores. I was heading to the basement to kennel the dog, and I have no idea at what point it got into the house, but looking down from the top of the stairs I saw a two foot garter snake lying at the bottom. He must have come in through the garage at some point, but the timing of his exit was critical because my wife was headed to the bathroom and then downstairs. If she saw it, I would be writing this story from a hotel room as we watched our house burn down on tv (a fire she would set to get rid of the snake).
The good news was it was too big to be THAT fast, so I should be able to catch it. That was also the bad news, because while there was no danger from a bite, I'd just rather not. I also didn't want to just kill it with a cleaver or something....the mess would not be cleaned up quickly enough, plus I have nothing against this snake. I got up next to it and pinned its head to the carpet with my foot, and just started kind of scooting it towards the door. He wrapped himself up my leg, and the whole time my wife is talking to me from upstairs...."You wanna drive, hon? Oh, sure, no problem."....."You think we're leaving in time to get to the gas station? I don't think it will be a problem!" There was no getting him over the door jam with my foot on his head, so I reached as high up as I could to keep him from biting me and picked him up. Then he's wound all up my arm, all kinds of pissed off. Toilet flush upstairs, we are in the danger zone. She's on her way down.
I got him outside quickly enough and tossed him in the ditch by the street. Hopefully he has no inclination to come back and experience the lack of hospitality any time soon. I will never share this story with my wife. She wouldn't still burn the house down, but we would definitely have to move.
When it was getting close to time to pick up the kid, we were running around the house doing various chores. I was heading to the basement to kennel the dog, and I have no idea at what point it got into the house, but looking down from the top of the stairs I saw a two foot garter snake lying at the bottom. He must have come in through the garage at some point, but the timing of his exit was critical because my wife was headed to the bathroom and then downstairs. If she saw it, I would be writing this story from a hotel room as we watched our house burn down on tv (a fire she would set to get rid of the snake).
The good news was it was too big to be THAT fast, so I should be able to catch it. That was also the bad news, because while there was no danger from a bite, I'd just rather not. I also didn't want to just kill it with a cleaver or something....the mess would not be cleaned up quickly enough, plus I have nothing against this snake. I got up next to it and pinned its head to the carpet with my foot, and just started kind of scooting it towards the door. He wrapped himself up my leg, and the whole time my wife is talking to me from upstairs...."You wanna drive, hon? Oh, sure, no problem."....."You think we're leaving in time to get to the gas station? I don't think it will be a problem!" There was no getting him over the door jam with my foot on his head, so I reached as high up as I could to keep him from biting me and picked him up. Then he's wound all up my arm, all kinds of pissed off. Toilet flush upstairs, we are in the danger zone. She's on her way down.
I got him outside quickly enough and tossed him in the ditch by the street. Hopefully he has no inclination to come back and experience the lack of hospitality any time soon. I will never share this story with my wife. She wouldn't still burn the house down, but we would definitely have to move.