Saturday, we were slumming around the house (or at least I was, Sonya’s always working around the house). I was in MY chair when I heard a couple of blood-curdling screams. Hannah is screaming and Sonya chimes in with, “Danny! Danny! there’s a huge snake in the laundry room.”
Now being the man of the house I had a crucial decision to make. Should I get up out of MY chair? After all , it was a snake. Perhaps if I procrastinated long enough it would go away. But then the thought ran across my mind, “or perhaps it could have babies.” I got up from MY chair bracing myself for a 6 foot water moccasin or if I evaluated the screams right, I might be facing a 30 foot anaconda:)
When I entered the room, there it was a HUGE one foot (12 inch) garter snake. I wrestled it for a few moments before I conquered it and threw it outside. I could tell by the look in my special ladies eyes that I was their hero.
Josh then went outside to make sure it was dead. I know there are good snakes and bad snakes (kind of like cats right?). Well the only good snake is a dead snake.