There are no pictures .. stop holding your breath! 🙂
I’m pretty sure I’ve told these stories before but I’m sharing them so you know this is not the first place I’ve lived where there were snakes.
First story: When I was 5, we moved to southwest Louisiana. My parents and my aunt and uncle bought lots next to each other in a wooded undeveloped area. There were snakes everywhere! I was scared to death of them and every time I saw one, I would run into the house screaming. One day, I was probably 6 or 7, I saw a snake and I thought . . I’m going to be a big girl and I’m going to calmly walk into the house and calmly tell my parents there’s a snake out there. I did . . and because I wasn’t hysterical, they didn’t believe me! Lesson learned: Always be hysterical to maintain your credibility! 🙂
Second story: When I was an adult living in southwest Louisiana, we had our freezer in the garage and you walked right past the freezer to the door that opened into the kitchen. You can imagine how many times I was barefooted in my garage . . how many times I was standing in front of that freezer barefooted getting something out of it. One day, I started smelling something . . musty, moldy . . gross. After a few days, I narrowed it down to the freezer that was smelling badly. I opened it and nothing in there seemed suspect. Inside the freezer didn’t smell. I couldn’t figure it out til one evening, I opened the kitchen door to go out into the garage and a big black water moccasin was slithering up the kitchen door. When I opened the door, he fell off the door and into my kitchen. I was probably very credible that evening because I was hysterical! Chad was 4 and he often was out playing in the garage on rainy days and that snake had been under the freezer where it was damp and warm.
I grabbed a broom or mop that was close by and swept him (snake .. not Chad) back out into the garage and it was there that his life came to an end.
There’s probably hardly anyone in southwest Louisiana who either hasn’t had a snake in their own home or know someone who has.
And while we’re on the subject of snakes, I have eaten rattlesnake and Vince has not. I offered to clean it and cook it last night if he would eat it. I think this is close to what he said “NO! Not now! Not ever! Do NOT ask me again if I want to eat snake!” Well, he don’t have to eat snake but at least he eats crawfish!
Karen says
Gotta tell you – I love hearing about all of your adventures! Glad the snake ones all turned out okay though! Hope the spider bite is improving.
Jackie says
Up went my feet as soon as i read snakes and yet I still read on. When the snake fell off the door and into the kitchen; up went the hands and arms as well with me sort of moaning. My poor dog was sleeping beside me and jumped up when the noise started. I have a friend who leaves in New Orleans and she keeps asking me to come down and visit but she has numerous snake stories she loves to share and pics as well and there is no way I’m going down to her place. She had a snake crawling up her window frame and she stood in the kitchen window taking pictures and forwarded them to me. What the heck is she thinking….
Joyce says
I haven’t had any snakes in the house (knock on wood), but I came close to mowing one once when it zoomed in front of the mower. I’m sure I looked pretty funny dodging the snake and jumping a couple feet in the air all at the same time. I called it my funky snake dance… When my grandma lived in an assisted living facility, one of the other residents reported a snake in her room. I’m sure the staff must have been a bit skeptical given her age, and all, but she was right. There was a black snake coiled up in her room! (Most of the residents there were former farm girls and grew up with all kinds crazy things, and I don’t think she was really bothered by it.) The thought of it gave me the willies though.
Glen in Louisiana says
LOL! I do have a requisite snake in the house story! You are right, everyone I know does as well.
I hate snakes. And you can see my big he-man husband scream like a little girl when he sees one. I thought he was going to have a heart attack the day one slithered over his foot in the yard!!!!
Vicky says
I hate snakes. Hate them to the point that my bad dreams involve snakes. Since I’ve moved back to South Louisiana, everyone – and I mean everyone – tells me that eventually I’ll see a snake in my yard. (Bayou on one side; woods on one side) It’s pretty much certain that if/when I do see one out there, that will be the end of my yard projects!