I had seen no sign of the snake since the initial sighting yesterday. Every time I've seen a cat since then, I've looked into their eyes and told them "Get the snake." Well finally they must've listened, because just now I walked through my kitchen and there was the snake again, coiled up just the same as yesterday, again in the middle of the tile. This time I wasted no time in sweeping him into a dustpan. He really didn't move that much, except to raise his head and stick his slithery snake tongue out at me. I was pretty fascinated now that I had The Power again. I even touched it, and it just sort of shrunk away from me. HomeSnake has been through some trauma, maybe he was in shock, who knows. But he was alive and I finally caught him. I just finished setting him loose on the other side of my fence, the part that backs up to the greenbelt and the pond -- he should have no trouble finding his way far far away from my yard. So: The Reign of the Snake is Over.
I'm glad he's gone, although it wasn't bothering me THAT much -- I figured he would eventually turn up, what with two cats running around and all. Let me be clear though, I am no Badass. I simply have a different phobia. I've been telling people that if it was a Tarantula or other large arachnid loose in my house? I would not be staying here. Hell, I'd probably be in CO by now. We all have our little quirks...
Sunday, June 11, 2006
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2 comments:
for me, it's bees.
and tree frogs that jump on peoples' faces.
you are a bad ass.
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