He sneaked in through the front door while I wasn't looking (it was stuffy inside so I had the door propped open.)
Bogey (my dog) was "hunting" around the end table beside the chair in my living room,
he commonly hunts moths, beetles, fly's etc.... so I thought nothing of it. He finally laid back down beside the table.
I had my shoes off and was relaxing on the couch (nice and comfortable) reading my mother's day gift, a novel by Stephen King. Michael (my youngest son) was watching T.V. and Amanda (my daughter) was talking on the phone (as usual) and playing on the computer. A perfectly normal afternoon. All of a sudden Bogey starts barking, Michael jumps up and yells
"SNAKE SNAKE", Amanda (who is 30 feet away in the next room) starts screaming
(into whoever's ear that she is talking to on the phone)
meanwhile my dog is in serious hunting mode and trying to get the snake (which I have yet to see.)
Can you picture the scene?
Michael and I are desperatly trying to get the dog back. Making 128 lb's of muscle go in one direction, when it wants to go the opposite direction is not easily accomplished. Finally we get the dog out of the room.
I run to the pantry for a flashlight. I pull out the end table and there he is.........or rather was. Right behind the chair he went.
I didn't get a good look at him, but I saw enough to realize he was a right good sized snake.
Now mind you, I hate snakes, I'm scared to death of them.
Michael asked if I wanted him to get his .22 . I told him that wouldn't do us much good inside (although I was very tempted).
He grabbed a small decorative ash shovel from the fireplace.
(I'm sorry but 15 inches isn't enough distance between my hand and a snake)
About that time, Mr.snake decides to pop his head out from behind the other side of the chair.
Not down on the floor like I was expecting, but about halfway up the chair.
I shined the flashlight on him or at least the part of him that was sticking out..... Damn I hate snakes.
O.K. I'm getting the willies now.
I yelled to Amanda, (who by the way is still on the phone giving a play by play commentary to her friend), to "get off of the phone"
(that was the edited version.) I very calmly called central dispatch (not 911) and asked them to have my husband Tim
(who is a police officer) to call his residence "as soon as possible", he called back about 15 seconds later,
luckily he was at the P.D. doing reports. Whew........ As I hung up the phone I noticed Michael's baseball bat in the corner, aha!
I pick up the wooden baseball bat, Michael grabbed his plastic wiffle ball bat. Ok, we're armed now.
I decided to put some shoes on (my bare toes were feeling very vulnerable about now) and I proceeded over to the chair.
Yep, he's still there...
I heard the back door open, TIM!
I don't think I have ever been so glad to see my husband!
I very gladly turned the bat over to him (as I left the room.)
I heard three good solid thumps. Tim had "injured" the snake.
I say "injured" because according to Michael he killed it out in the front yard when he "pumped it full of lead" (4 shots from his .22 rifle)
My hero's (grin)
