Well, okay, not really. I almost bet you heard Woody from Toy Story saying it though, I know I did! Lol
So anyways, last week the oldest boy came to the shop where I work, he was breathless. He had peddled his bike as fast as he could for the short distance it takes to get there from the house, I could tell by the look on his face something not great had happened.
I asked him what was the matter, at first I thought perhaps the middle boy had gotten hurt or something, still breathless he finally manages to say there’s a rattle snake in the house. A rattle snake, I repeat. He says yes, I think so! What makes you think it’s a rattle snake I ask, well it was really fast he exclaims. Did you see rattles, I ask. Well no but I think it’s a baby, he says.
I asked where in the house is this snake, he says it went into the laundry room, he then tells me he shut the door so it couldn’t get out. I ended up telling him as long as he was sure it couldn’t get out to not worry about it, I’ll deal with it when I got home. I’d had rattlers get into the house when I lived out on the farm and decided it wasn’t a major concern so long as the boys stayed away from it.
Upon arriving home I was greated at the door by the oldest and informed that the snake was still hiding in the bathroom. While rattle snake are not unheard of here I realized it was a possibility, though having never seen one around the house I wasn’t convinced.
As I cautiously opened the door and peeked inside, I saw nothing. And then I see it, back behind a can of paint and the bottle of bleach I’d sat down after pouring some on the shower floor. At first I noticed redish stripes running down it’s sides and though I wasn’t scared I did feel a sense of relief knowing the boys were never in any real danger. I dug out my good leather work gloves and put it outside with the cantaloupe that had been being plagued with grasshoppers.
All’s well that ends well!
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