This morning as I was waiting for my sister Miriam to arrive to stay with my kids while I went to my doctor’s appointment, I heard Joy shriek, “Mom! There’s a snake in here, a real one. It’s moving!” That didn’t get much reaction from me, but the other kids went running.
“It’s true. It is a snake. It is!” yelled Faith.
With purse on my arm and book in hand I walked into our dining room. Sure enough, there under the chair was a real, live snake. It was just a little black one about twelve inches long, a baby for sure. I didn’t think it was poisonous, though I don’t really know much about snakes. As I was pondering what to do, I saw my sister’s red car drive up. As she walked up the sidewalk, I threw open the door, thanked her for coming and said, “I hope you don’t mind snakes because there is one in the dining room,” and left for my doctor’s appointment! I thought it was pretty funny, but I wondered if my sister did.
When I got home the first thing I wanted to know was what had happened about the snake. She told a hilarious tale of sweeping it into the dust pan and trying to get it outside with five very interested, but not so helpful children. Oh how I laughed. This reminded both of us of another snake encounter.
Now as I’m typing this and getting it ready to post in the morning I’m thinking to myself, “You know…where there are baby snakes there have got to be…”