This morning, I'm making a pot of coffee, when I see my dog get into the attack pose, right next to me. It's 32 degrees this morning, so I figure she's got her sights on a mouse, coming in from the cold. Then I see a small baby snake wind across the floor from right next to me over under the oven, about three feet, all the while striking and hissing.
* I know that this snake is very small.
* I know it is a baby just trying to find someplace warm, but I can't help myself.
I run through the house, screaming hysterically like a cartoon character. I calmly call the dog a couple of times to have her follow me as I run screaming out on the deck where my husband is enjoying the sunrise from the hot tub. He can tell I am very agitated, but my incoherent screaming is not helping him figure out what the problem is. He finally figures out that I am hysterically screaming "SNAKE." It is small, it is a baby, but there is a snake in the kitchen and it was looking like it was attacking the dog.
He jumps out of the tub, my Goliath, grabs the skimmer net (about a 6 foot handle) and goes in to do battle. By the time I was brave enough to come around the corner, he has given it a couple of smacks with the skimmer, so it definitely slowed down. Now, what to do with the body - it is still moving pretty good - not quite dead. I want to throw it out front, no out back, then finally we decide on the part of the yard that it probably came from, the part that backs up to the woods. I am holding a piece of flooring tile, Jamey has the skimmer on top with the poor little baby snake sandwiched in between. We wander through the house to the deck where Jamey takes over and throws the snake out in the yard. Whew!
That got the blood pressure up quick. How was your morning?