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Rick has been out of town the last few days, so when Kaleb walked into the house and said there was a snake in the garage…I was none too happy.
I ran out and found it all coiled up in the garage, but between the kids opening and slamming the door to get a look at the snake, it got a little irritated with us.
Rick suggested via the phone that I grab a shovel and either try to whack it’s head off or scoop it up and carry it outside. IT would have none of it and kept striking at me.
And even though I know it’s ‘just’ a black snake, I really have zilcho tolerance for a snake that isn’t happy with me.
I snapped a picture of the intruder, sent it to Rick to have him verify that it was ‘just a black snake’ and when I went out to the garage 10 minutes later to check on it….the snake was gone.
I texted my hubby to let him know it was gone and do you know what his reply was?
“Van door was closed, right? :)”
Can you FEEL the love??