Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Some mornings getting out of bed is a bad idea.  Today was one of those days.  Mere moments after I became coherent I came face to face with a coachwhip snake eating a baby bird just over my head.

To say I squealed and jumped around like a little girl is an understatement.  I gasped, I ran around in circles and I curled my toes under my feet and did what any sane woman would do.  I called for in got on the phone and called in the national guard.

Okay, maybe not the national guard, but as close as I could get.  Now in my defense, I had no idea what kind of snake it was...and I didn't had to go.  It the snake's defense, I was inside the house and he dropped down in my face on the outside of the glass.  I am fairly certain I lost multiple years off the end of my life after this little sneak snake appearance.

The end result of this snake "attack" was that my husband got a good chuckle, my sister (who had to be on the phone with me while I freaked out) got a really good chuckle, and my dad may have to have his ribs set after he finishes laughing on the floor.

Everyone kept saying things like, "I didn't know you were that afraid of snakes."  For the record, snakes on the ground are unpleasant.  Snakes in the air over your head and in your face are downright freaky scary.  That is my story and I'm sticking to it.

The deep and meaningful portion of this post is the following:  In life we sometimes have freaky/scary/unpleasant things drop in our faces with no warning.  We are faced with situations that frighten us, even if our friends and family think it is no big deal.  Keeping a cool head is important, but probably unlikely.  Running around and freaking out can be expected, but in the end, we have to do something to deal with it.

Just so you know how the story ends, he ate 2 birds before the snake removal guy showed up, and when he attempted to catch him, the snake flipped in the air, landed on my block wall, launched himself into a tree and swung from the branches like Tarzan and dropped into my neighbor's yard.  A very unsatisfying end to my snake hunt, if I do say so myself.

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