For the rest of the day I'm 10 kinds of paranoid. Checking under every seat and in every crevice I can find making sure there's not a snake napping somewhere because if he decides to come visit while I'm driving me and kids will surely die because I will wreck the truck. The day goes without incident. CJ comes home that night, pulls the carseats looks everywhere in and around the truck - no snake. Still kind of freaky but OK. That's just weird.
Friday morning comes, I check the truck again, but no signs of the snake. I drop Tanner off at school. Come home. Work around the house a little. It's starting to get a little warm so I go to open the front door to let the air in and there on the threshold all curled up is the snake. Aaaaahhhhh! Slam the door back as fast as I can. Call CJ - I can barely breathe. What's the matter? I found the snake. What? I FOUND THE SNAKE AND IT'S ALMOST IN THE HOUSE! I explain to him what happened and that it is between the front storm door and the screen door and he says Catch it! I wanna see it! WHAT?!?! So, being the good sport that I am, I lock the storm door, run around to the front of the house gently push the screen door shut (it doesn't close all the way unless you really pull on it which is how the snake came to be there) and use a big rock to hold it in place. I carefully and emphaticly explain to the kids why they cannot open the front door until Daddy gets home and they are so excited they can hardly contain themselves. CJ gets home and we go around to the front door to see it. He's shining a flashlight down there and I tell him I don't think he'll be able to see it because Tanner has been trying to see it all day. Well I can see the threshold and I'm thinking it's gone. When I look up to tell CJ I think it's gone somehow I see it. Resting on the bottom trim of the window in our door! How in the world did it get up there?! Anyway, Clinton is coming down and CJ decides to wait on Clinton to open the door and catch it. When it's time the snake is now here:
He eventually falls to the ground and we open the door to get a good look at him:
CJ has a stick (a stick that I think is entirely too short mind you) that he is trying to move him around so he can catch him. WHAT?! Just pick him up with the stick, put him in the bucket and take him away. Nope. He wants to catch him. The snake is M-A-D mad! He's hissing and attacking the stick. I mean mad! The snake finally chills out a little and CJ gets a hold of him. Truly it was everything I could do to keep the kids back at what I felt was a safe distance while all of this is going on and now they want to pet it.
So we let the kids torture the snake for a little while and CJ decides to take it over to the woods and let it go. Can't we drive that thing about 20 miles away and let it go in a woods somewhere else. You don't think it will come back if it's only 50 yards from our house? To which Clinton says "I'm pretty sure after his experience at the Thompson house he'll not be coming back." HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh and friday CJ caught 4 lizards at work and brought them home for the kids.
Welcome to my jungle.