Sneaky snake

By Ellen

I had a scary experience about a month ago. I was typing on the computer when my daughter crawled across the room to tug on my legs. I picked her up and walked toward our kitchen to fix her dinner. Imagine my surprise (well, blinding terror) when I looked down and there, in the middle of my living room, was a snake.

I froze. My mind raced. What do I do? What do I do? Should I stand there, frozen, until my husband got home in an hour? Should I run screaming out the back door? What do I do?

I finally, slowly picked up a nearby bowl and dropped it on the snake. Whew! It was officially trapped.

After my husband came home and disposed of the snake, I thought about the situation a little more clearly.

I am not, by nature, a squeamish woman. I like most animals, including snakes. If it had been a little green garden snake, I probably would have just picked it up and tossed it outside. But I couldn’t identify this one and so I was a bit more jittery. However, I think that the main root of my terror came from being a mother. That snake had invaded my home and could have bitten my daughter. That thought terrified and infuriated me.

Don’t go there, snake. Don’t mess with Momma.

Comments

[Tina]

I did the bowl thing once too, not on a snake but a scorpion. And when my husband came to remove the offending perp, there was nothing there and he gave me that "Are you off your meds again?" look. So now I knew there was a scorpion on the loose in the house where before ignorance was bliss!

[Christy]

My cat meowed to come in and without giving him a glance I opened the door. To my horror he had a very large black snake in his mouth. It was not dead,... not even injured. The five kids I was caring for immediately screamed and jumped up on the kitchen table. There was no one else there so I had to be a hero somehow. I ran to the cellarway and got the BBQ tongs, they were long enough to not have to touch it. Well the snake had other ideas. When I grabbed him behind the head and he wrapped his body around my arm. I froze. I ran to the backdoor and prayed he would like being free. No luck.
I managed to pry him loose with my other hand. The kids all cheered.
I didn't take a breath for 5 min.

[amanda8]

I had a similar experience. I was terrified. I had to call my Dad, and he actually used a hammer to dispose of the snake. It was a baby copperhead, which is poisonous. It was discovered that there was a whole nest of them under the house. I completely freaked out!