Snakes on a Toilet
We had our first inside snake visitor last night just as we were heading for bed.
Sedona had already claimed her spot in her doggie bed and Nancy was walking by when a little snake slithered under Sedona’s bed. Sedona either: 1. didn’t see it or 2. didn’t care.
I devised a plan of attack and shooed Sedona away so she wouldn’t interfere. Slowly I lifted the bed and there was the snake. Teeny one. Only five inches long, but still… a snake… in the house.
I grabbed one of Sedona’s dog toys and clubbed the little sucker. It took a few blows because dog toys tend to be all plushy and soft.
After it layed there motionless for a few minutes, I got up the nerve to pick it up to dispose of it.
Pictures first, so I laid it on the commode lid.
Then I flushed it.
As I settled into bed Nancy observed:
So I suppose now it is in the septic tank eating our shit and growing and someday it will crawl back out and bite us in the ass.
Yeah, I suppose.
Oh, that was scary.
Inside snakes, not pleasant. But unpleasant as it is, I’d take it over inside SLUGS.
I could not believe this one place I lived, suddenly it was like some kind of concerted raid on the bathroom. I couldn’t even figure out where they were coming in! I slept in shoes for a month while I figured out my next move.
snakes on a toilet – HA! I hope you guys don’t get bit!
Best look twice before seating yourself on the throne. I hear Costa Rica is filled with 5 inch possum snakes that like to play dead.
I bet the squirrels in Kentucky are dancing in the streets now that you’ve got new fodder for your angst.
Hey! Thanks for sticking with me and making comments here. I do appreciate it. Angst. Excellent word. I have been using “freaked” to describe myself lately. Angsted is so much classier.
Yeah, I always look before sitting. Too many scorpions around – forget the possum snakes.