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!