Who Gives A Shit About Fleas?
There's a snake in my house.
I'm serious. A fucking SNAKE. In my HOUSE.
An hour or so ago, I'm just chilling out at home, and I look over and there it is, just sitting there on the floor. It's maybe 1 to 2 feet long and solid red, I think. I was so freaked out I wasn't really paying a lot of attention to detail. I wasn't sure if it was alive at first because it was just sitting there, but then it started moving and I nearly had a conniption. My mom was raised in the country and is so totally brave about stuff like that, so I called her right away. She yelled at me to throw a waste basket over it and I screamed "NO! I'm not getting that close! PLEASE come over here NOW!" She told me that if I didn't at least put something over it, it was going to slither away and we'd never find it. So I'm like okay, fine. I'll try, but get over here immediately. Luckily she lives 5 minutes away. Just as I was hanging up, Casey got dropped off. In hindsight, I wish I had just not said anything to her. Maybe I could have had her take Willow for a walk while my mom and I looked for the snake (oh yeah, before I could catch it, it disappeared). But no, I flung the door open and yelled "There's a snake in here!" So she's completely traumatized now. She actually sat in my car outside while we looked for the snake, while saying that she wanted to spend the night at my parent's house tonight, even if we found and got rid of it, because there could be more. She was pretty much hysterical, and I told her to try channeling her half sister, who would probably be very excited about it and want to find and study it. LOL. Lucky her.
So my mom comes over and guess what? It's freaking gone. No idea where it's hiding. After searching for a while and telling me 93 times that I should have put something over it, she left. Paranoia is a gigantic understatement for how I'm feeling right now. I had to coax Casey back into the house, but she is staying up in her room, because I told her snakes won't go upstairs. I'm pretty sure that's not true, but I'm not telling myself that. Nope. They can't climb stairs. End of story. Period.
I'm hoping Willow, our brave and fierce hunter, is going to eventually sniff it out. But as of right now, she's useless. Chances are very good that it's not poisonous. I looked it up, and out of the 45 types of snakes in Florida, only 6 are venomous. And I bet those don't typically end up in people's houses. So I think he's harmless and probably scared too, and hiding. But still. I'm not so sure I'll be sleeping tonight.
I'm serious. A fucking SNAKE. In my HOUSE.
An hour or so ago, I'm just chilling out at home, and I look over and there it is, just sitting there on the floor. It's maybe 1 to 2 feet long and solid red, I think. I was so freaked out I wasn't really paying a lot of attention to detail. I wasn't sure if it was alive at first because it was just sitting there, but then it started moving and I nearly had a conniption. My mom was raised in the country and is so totally brave about stuff like that, so I called her right away. She yelled at me to throw a waste basket over it and I screamed "NO! I'm not getting that close! PLEASE come over here NOW!" She told me that if I didn't at least put something over it, it was going to slither away and we'd never find it. So I'm like okay, fine. I'll try, but get over here immediately. Luckily she lives 5 minutes away. Just as I was hanging up, Casey got dropped off. In hindsight, I wish I had just not said anything to her. Maybe I could have had her take Willow for a walk while my mom and I looked for the snake (oh yeah, before I could catch it, it disappeared). But no, I flung the door open and yelled "There's a snake in here!" So she's completely traumatized now. She actually sat in my car outside while we looked for the snake, while saying that she wanted to spend the night at my parent's house tonight, even if we found and got rid of it, because there could be more. She was pretty much hysterical, and I told her to try channeling her half sister, who would probably be very excited about it and want to find and study it. LOL. Lucky her.
So my mom comes over and guess what? It's freaking gone. No idea where it's hiding. After searching for a while and telling me 93 times that I should have put something over it, she left. Paranoia is a gigantic understatement for how I'm feeling right now. I had to coax Casey back into the house, but she is staying up in her room, because I told her snakes won't go upstairs. I'm pretty sure that's not true, but I'm not telling myself that. Nope. They can't climb stairs. End of story. Period.
I'm hoping Willow, our brave and fierce hunter, is going to eventually sniff it out. But as of right now, she's useless. Chances are very good that it's not poisonous. I looked it up, and out of the 45 types of snakes in Florida, only 6 are venomous. And I bet those don't typically end up in people's houses. So I think he's harmless and probably scared too, and hiding. But still. I'm not so sure I'll be sleeping tonight.