As if the toad episode weren’t bad enough to end yesterday with, this morning, I woke up to more reptilian horrors.
As I washed the pavers and scooped the poop this morning, Bouchard (yes, again, it’s the Frenchmann) sounded the alarm!
“Snake! Snake! Snake!”
It was amongst the hoses trying to fit in.
I paced back and forth figuring what to do. I didn’t want to have to deal with a snake by the spigot! No no no! But I didn’t want to kill it either. But it was going under the house! That’s when it dawned on me it could end up IN my house! MoG! I didn’t have to kill it! Annie would! I know, you’re thinking Bouchard was the one who sounded the alarm, but he’s not the doer-inner. Annie is, and she did.
Then the rest of the FDSP (today, the S is for snake) got to work parading around with the thing.
Eegads! And I had to pick it up. All three pieces of it. YUCK! Thank goodness for large-sized pooper scoopers!
After I picked up the pieces and put it in the trash barrel with last night’s toad, Bouchard and Luna went looking for more snakes in that hole under the spigot. Now I have to figure a way to close that hole! I wonder if duct tape will work. Hmmm.
Meanwhile, ugh, don’t ask.
