Thursday, June 11, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Cobra in the Bathroom
(Beck Judy--don't read this post. Seriously, I mean it.)
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> No, it's not the title of the newest Samuel L. Jackson movie. It was Elsa's morning. This morning I was washing the breakfast dishes while Elsa was in the bathroom washing her hands and brushing her teeth. Suddenly she starts screaming at the top of her lungs and yelling "Snake! Snake! It's growing and standing up!" Thankfully, she was already on her way out the door as I ran toward the bathroom. I got to the door just in time to see a baby cobra slip up behind the sink console. Which is, by the way, exactly where Elsa was standing on a stool washing her hands. Caleb was across the river, and seeing as I am less than inclined to be brave when it comes to snakes, I armed myself with two sticks and ventured back into the bathroom. The snake was gone. I heard the boat come back and so decided to just stand guard until Caleb got back up to the house. At first he didn't believe me (our house was promised to me to be snake proof-ha), but we stood there long enough to see its head poke out again from behind the sink. It slinked back to the safety of the sink, and so Caleb decided to bug spray behind the sink and irritate it enough to make it come out. It worked, Caleb smashed it, good-bye cobra.
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> It's 'cobra season' around here. With the rains from April and May, the increased number of bugs and frogs make the snakes venture out from under the bushes more. In the last two weeks Caleb and/or Dick have killed 5 cobras and one baby puff adder. Thankfully no one has been hurt, although we have lost one chicken and our poor dog Bauer was spit in the eye. Hopefully he learned his lesson about playing with snakes in the grass. Knucklehead.
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> No, it's not the title of the newest Samuel L. Jackson movie. It was Elsa's morning. This morning I was washing the breakfast dishes while Elsa was in the bathroom washing her hands and brushing her teeth. Suddenly she starts screaming at the top of her lungs and yelling "Snake! Snake! It's growing and standing up!" Thankfully, she was already on her way out the door as I ran toward the bathroom. I got to the door just in time to see a baby cobra slip up behind the sink console. Which is, by the way, exactly where Elsa was standing on a stool washing her hands. Caleb was across the river, and seeing as I am less than inclined to be brave when it comes to snakes, I armed myself with two sticks and ventured back into the bathroom. The snake was gone. I heard the boat come back and so decided to just stand guard until Caleb got back up to the house. At first he didn't believe me (our house was promised to me to be snake proof-ha), but we stood there long enough to see its head poke out again from behind the sink. It slinked back to the safety of the sink, and so Caleb decided to bug spray behind the sink and irritate it enough to make it come out. It worked, Caleb smashed it, good-bye cobra.
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> It's 'cobra season' around here. With the rains from April and May, the increased number of bugs and frogs make the snakes venture out from under the bushes more. In the last two weeks Caleb and/or Dick have killed 5 cobras and one baby puff adder. Thankfully no one has been hurt, although we have lost one chicken and our poor dog Bauer was spit in the eye. Hopefully he learned his lesson about playing with snakes in the grass. Knucklehead.
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