|It was all rainbows and unicorns before the "incident."|
My son came banging on my door shouting something about a snake in the house? WHAAAAA?!!! It seems a small rat snake had found its way inside and decided to take a stroll (slither) around my casa. Austin just happened to walk through my studio and see it.
Ya'll know what a snake magnet I am. If you're not convinced, go here, or here, here or even here.
Anyhoo, we had to tear my studio apart to find the
We used boxes to seal off the rest of the house and the other side of my studio. I stayed outside of the barriers and offered verbal assistance and tools to college boy. Thank goodness he was home or I'd be touching down in Ireland right about now.
Eventually, we trapped the snake in a Tupperware lettuce crisper and released him into the wild of our neighborhood. Ha ha, you believe that ending? That sucker got bashed to death with a broom handle. And then I nailed his carcass to the front door so all the other snakes in the hood could see. Okay, the carcass-nailing part is not true, but that might have been a good idea.
I'm off to scatter some mothballs.