Now, we had just returned from a field trip to the zoo in which we spent a lot of time in the reptile room where the snakes were unusually active. Cobras, anacondas, and rattlesnakes slithered, climbed, and basically looked at all of us as their next meal.
Stuff of nightmares, really.
And then we come home to a snake.
It lay coiled up in a corner, and there was no way I was going to just leave it there. I mean, have you seen Indiana Jones and those snakes slithering out of the wall? Don't you think a snake would find a warm car engine the perfect place for a nap? Don't you think it could slither out of an air vent while I'm driving?
I once posed those very questions on a previous post, and a majority of the comments agreed that, yes, such a thing was possible.
The boys, of course, were fascinated. They wanted to poke, prod, and force it out. But I had just come from the zoo and was more than a little creeped out.
So I did what any gal would do when her husband is out of town ... I called my Dad.
A few minutes later he came roaring down the driveway in his pickup, my hero.
He took one look, identified it as a king snake, and reassured me that it was harmless.
But hello? They don't call it a king snake for nothing. King means big, and this was the biggest snake we've ever seen in our yard and/or garage.
My father reached into the back of his truck for a
But I'm not sure. I mean, is far enough away still too close?
I'm a city girl ... this was way too much wildlife in one day.