I F.N. HATE SNAKES. Not even just a little bit...I mean ImafreakingdiZaster when the IDEA or POSSIBILITY of a snake within a
Let me be honest....I would to live in Capri or Ireland and not because of the beautiful weather and gorgeous scenery.
I know that many of you are new followers so let me put here that it really doesnt matter what kind of snake or how big. Im a freak of nature when it comes to them and therefore, equal opportunity discriminator. Gardener, Bull, Water....dont f'n care. KILL EM ALL!!! Yes, I realize that none of those are venomous. I wont say deadly because when I drop for a heartattack after an encounter, it will be all the snakes fault.
Let me cap the last couple of years since I moved into the S
#Last year I almost stepped on a 5 footer walking to the barn. Screamed. Shawn killed him.
#Heard the dogs snake bark (yes, Junior had a different bark when he found a snake....what am Im gonna do now....pansey ass Husker runs and hides.....CRAP!!) sent Shawn outside...killed one 6 feet from our door. Or so I thought...but when THE barking started again....sent Shawn back out again. THEN it started AGAIN and I told Shawn he wasnt coming back into the house until the snake was dead and buried and not coming back. That was a 3 footer (and in several pieces).
# Two ago heard THE BARK right outside the living room window. That one was "little" feet. He got post HERE.
Several on the road (that I ran over), dogs cornered 4 total in our yard so Im guess the
I know that time of year is here when I start seeing facebook posting like "saw 2 bull snakes in the driveway" and "killed a bull snake today".
THEN my father-in-law came over for cinnamon roll
It was just a matter of time before I saw one.
OK, so I havent actually SEEN one yet. But he was there....I was warned, and told and confirmed the existence (well, former existence) of a really big (and I dont mean big as in my over-active imagination BIG, I mean, Shawn's exact words were "that was a big sonofabitch....he made a thud when I ran him over") bullsnake smack in the middle of the road. MY road...MY RUNNING ROAD. The place I was this morning....top of the hill where the f'ers always are. ALWAYS.
Kari sent me a text, told me to run the other direction because she knows that I am
She assured me it was dead. Sort of...."if its not dead its close to it"
Not good enough...I replied "go back and kill it" P.S. She lives 7 miles down the road...NOT in the direction of the snake.
I told her I would have Shawn go get it off the road. YES, I make my husband move the dead snakes off the road. Again...better for all involved. I just bought him a big frickin' gun, he can relocate the dead snake.
She (this is the part where she proves how much she loves me) said if it wasnt gone when she drove back home, she would move it for me. AWWWW...thats what true friends are for....to warn you of the snake and then move the dead ones so you dont have to see it.
So now you are all aware. Painfully from laughing so hard at the depth of my ridiculousness. Some of you have witnessed it. Some of you only imagine how bad
I will have you all know that I am perfectly capable of killing a snake....thats why I have shotguns and shells in the basement. All I have to do is point in general direction and fire away. THAT I can do.