So, a few years ago, we had an incident where a snake slithered its way into our home.
Yes, in our home.
In what was then Tempest’s and Sprite’s shared bedroom.
Reminisce with me if you will.
I just finished giving Tempest a bath.
She was 3 years old, walking behind me without a care in the world ready to dry off and put on pajamas.
So, we meander into her bedroom and begin the process.
As she is facing me, I notice a coiled toy snake on the floor about a foot behind her.
My kids are weird – so, I thought it could be a toy snake.
Fun Fact: it was not a toy snake.
I noticed a slight movement, a small shaking of its tail tip.
NOPE
THAT IS NOT A TOY SNAKE
I scooped up Tempest and calmly said we need to change in the other room.
Thankfully, she didn’t put up a fight.
I quickly close the door, walk vigorously down the hallway, and stand at the top of the stairs.
I firmly yell, “Brent, listen very carefully to what I’m about to say. There is an S-N-A-K-E in the pink bedroom. Yes, I spelled S-N-A-K-E!”
Next thing I hear is Brent quickly and with abandon coming up the basement steps.
He walks with purpose down the hallway to their room.
I hear their bedroom door open, then close immediately.
He tears down the hallway.
I ask, “was it in there?”
He doesn’t even look at me and responds, “YEP!”
I’m still helping Tempest get dressed when he returns from the garage with a bucket and a shovel.
*wide eyed*
He flies down the hallway and I hear a thud.
“Out of the way!” He bellows.
He’s carrying the bucket with a new, still living, reptile resident through the living room.
He then takes it outside and it meets its end.
Upon further investigation we found the girls opened their window a couple of inches because they were hot.
Since the weather was shifting, it made our home an inviting place for warmth.
So, that little buggard slithered its way up the house, through the window opening, and proceeded to scare the crap out of everyone.
Brent told me later when he entered the girls’ room, the snake was slithering across the floor.
NOPE
BYE
If i’m honest, to this day, when I put Banshee to bed (her and Torpedo share that room now), and my feet shimmy under her bed, I have a small moment of fear that my toes will meet a new, unwelcome, scaly housemate.
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