So after the lovely shopping outing and lunch with Joy and Joan yesterday, I am sitting upstairs at my desk…alone…and I hear Missy behind me with a certain sound reserved for “admire my catch of the day, mom.” I figure she is bringing me a mole or a mouse.
No. A small snake. Now I don’t know if it is the same one from Friday, but I don’t want it in the house. And I am alone. Hmmm. I approach Missy. She runs under my craft table, snake dangling from her mouth.
I need something to put this danged critter in…a plastic carryall. Yes, that will work. I grab the yardstick (you think I’m touching that thing like Dick did?).
Missy drops the snake…under the table. It slithers. I get on my knees so I can see what I am doing and prod the snake with the yardstick. Missy doesn’t like the competition, and tries for another capture.
I place the snake near the woods, thinking he will scamper for cover. It didn’t work yesterday putting him out the back door, so I don’t know why there will be a difference today going out the front door, but at least I tried.
This snake is retarded. He immediately slithered down the driveway, heading back to the house, but I beat him to the front door and left him outside to figure out his fate.
That’s twice. If found inside again, that snake will be history, people! Enough is enough.