Do you know of any good snake hunters? If so, could you send them my way...and fast! Tonight I took the clothes out of the hamper and put them in the washing machine. I reached down seeing something black in the bottom of the basket and realized quickly it was not a sock! It was a slithering snake sticking it's tongue out at me. I'm sure the neighbors heard me scream at the top of my lungs when I about grabbed that slippery legless carnivorous beast!
I remember one night watching TV at my moms house and a mouse plopped on my lap as I was laying on the couch. I also screamed like they do in scary movies when that happened and proceeded to sleep in the car until that mouse was caught! So the thought crossed my mind tonight and I thought about sleeping in my car. I needed to stay strong for Colton, right? Inside I was a quivering wimpy kid. I wanted to sleep in that car so bad instead of the snake infested house. On the outside I was telling myself that there could only be one, right? I had contained it to the porch in the basket waiting for Colton to take care of it and I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
My mom wanted me to kill it. First off mom, I'm not a murderer. Second...um...how? I can't even stand to look at it, let alone, try to touch it.