A Country Girl's Rite of Passage
What's a country girl's rite of passage? I'm so glad you asked! Well, there are several but here's my top three:
1. Grow and can fresh vegetables. Check!
2. Know how to drive thru the mud. Check! (Just take a look at my drive after these 2 weeks of rain, mud-riding-paradise)
3. Kill a snake. CHECK!
Yep. I...killed...a...snake. All by my lonesome. Forgive me for the self patting on my back but I am terrified of snakes! Anyone who knows me knows this. Well, they know it if they have ever seen me around one! Of course, Herman decides to show up while Barry is at work. Barry is my husband (whose nickname used to be snake, which is kinda ironic in this case!). The snake I named Herman. Yes, I named the snake. Don't judge me.
I had to open it back up, grab the shovel, get back in, and rebarricade all the while, keeping in mind not to wake the kids. I didn't want them involved in the snake hunt before I had given them their morning meds! That would be all I could take: a snake, Chad screaming "I'm scared, hold me!" and then screaming "I want to see it!", and Lauren screaming "Don't kill it!" then "Can I keep him?! Why can't I keep him!" Jeez, after all I had only started my second cup of coffee, I would need to have had my second pot to handle all that!
But, I digress, sorry. Back to the snake. Now I had the door properly closed, shovel in my hand, kids still asleep, and snake still in the top step. I had to quickly go out the side door, thru the garage, and across the back yard to the steps. Yes, I know I was just standing on the back porch. You don't think I was gonna try to go down those steps with the snake on them, do you!? Well, I didn't. I went around and came up on the snake thru the yard just as he crawled under the steps. Crap.
To be continued very soon!
If you enjoyed this story, well, wait no longer! Here is part 2. So, grab another cup of coffee and enjoy!!