Snake in My House

As I stolled up the walkway to my front door, I thought about how lucky I was. I've lived on my own in Florida for 6 years and haven't had a snake make its way into my home... I've lived in this house for a little over a month and had yet to see any legless reptile- not even in the yard.



As I put my key into the lock, I told myself that I was very fortunate for not having any snake encounters.

Of course, that is forever changed (thus the title of this post). I started slipping off my shoes, only to look down and see a black, slithering creature ooze its way underneath the door to the laundry room. It was about 15 inches long and skinny.

I did what any brave, snake hunter would do: I placed a towel underneath the door and planned on waiting until Ian would come home from work. He could deal with it.



This is what the little bastardo looked like... although I was screaming and flailing around too much to take a picture.

In order to keep a good eye on the snake (to make sure it wouldn't escape from the laundry room), I sat on my laptop at the table in the kitchen. Sure enough, a few minutes later I see a head and a loooooong neck (do snakes have necks?) poking out from under the towel. Like a runner on speed, Rory dashed over to his prey while I was begging him to go chew his bully stick instead.

Rory ended up scaring the 6 foot long snake up the wall, and I grabbed a big Rubbermaid cooler (+1 for me) and whacked it into the cooler with a mop handle. I prompty closed the cooler and put it on the back patio for Ian to come home and deal with my prize. The snake was like 10 feet long, so of course I was proud.

I waited inside the safetly of my home while this guy sat in the cooler:


When Ian came home, we both walked the cooler across the street and dumped it in someone's lawn (the house was empty, sheesh!).

And that, everyone, is how I spent my night.

Rory promises that he'll keep us safe from any 50ft snakes (like the one I caught) from now on.