SNAKES on the plane....

(read...laundry room!)

OK, I DETEST snakes! Let's get that little fact right out there. Well, late yesterday after I got home from a LONG hard day, Debra (a saintly woman) was cleaning my home. All the sudden she started screaming, squealing, and making other high pitched sounds and suggested I come see what she was seeing. Me, being oh so smart, says OH NO DEBRA, I CAN'T LOOK, what is it??? Debra says, "It's a snake!!!!!" Well, sure enough, a small (gigantic 6 inch) snake had somehow slithered into my laundry room and had made itself cozy under my laundry hamper.

As Debra was moving (rapidly) around, screaming and being otherwise out of control, I was frozen in my chair (at the computer). What do we do? We are two horrified women with a snake in the house. Oh my goodness! How exactly are we going to remove a mini Mr. No-Shoulders from my freshly cleaned home? I called my son Matthew (hubby out of town on business), who only lives a mile away and convinced him that I indeed had a snake in my laundry room, and tried not to exaggerate the size of Satan's little hand puppet. In a few minutes in marched Matthew, Amanda in tow, with a small garden tool (sized appropriately for the task at hand). The next thing I knew Matthew was chopping that little thing to pieces. At least he didn't bring a shot gun and blast a hole in my laundry room floor, which is what I half expected. Thank you son, you are SO my hero (and what do you want for Christmas?). And Amanda (thank you, thank you, thank you) even cleaned up the carnage.

So, guess what Mr. Hubby gets to do when he gets in tonight? Find out the point of entry of the mini Mr. No-Shoulders and FIX IT!