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The Snakes Crawl In, The Snakes Crawl Out

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After spending about an hour on the computer yesterday afternoon, I decided it was time for a break. As I walked out of the bedroom, I noticed the long black, snake-like tail of something across the floor just in front of the door. For a split second I thought to myself, “Damn toys.” I almost reached down, grabbed it and threw it out from the middle of the floor. Then it dawned on me. My grandson has a bright green rubber snake, not a black one! I called out, “Dad, I think we have a snake in the house!” He says, “Really? Where?” I told him and as he came to look, the snake started moving. It slithered across the shelves by the washing machine and then went behind it.

Great. It’s not bad enough this snake found a way into the house but now he’s under the dang washing machine. I wasn’t worried that it was a poisonous snake. I was pretty sure it was just a black rat snake. We’ve had them before around the yard near the house so we figured he came from under the house. No wonder we haven’t heard mice in the wall for quite some time. They are good for that, you know. What the cats don’t catch, the snakes do! I wondered, how will we get him out of the house? I texted my son and told him we needed help. Dad tried to chase the snake out, but it wasn’t cooperating. My son finally showed up and the two of them tried to persuade that poor snake to come out so C.F. could capture it and put it outside. [We don’t kill things like half the other people that live out here in the country. Seems like if it moves rednecks want to kill it, no matter what it is!]

Of course, my grandson was curious and wanted to see what was going on. He came in to watch and pretty soon that snake slithered out from under the washing machine and headed towards D.M.! I wasn’t in the room at the time, but S.R. said he wasn’t too thrilled about that snake coming toward him so she snatched him up and got him out of the line of fire. Turns out, the snake was just headed towards the hole that he came in from. We plugged up the hole, hopefully keeping snakes and other critters….spiders….from coming in.

Snakes don’t really bother me much as long as I know it’s there. I wasn’t too thrilled about this guy being in the house though, wondering if it would crawl into bed with me some night or slither out from under the couch and scare the daylights out of someone! I didn’t want him to get so hungry he would go after the ferret either! Of course, if a snake slithered into the ferret cage and managed to eat the ferret, it would then be too fat to get out of the cage! I’m sure that the ferret would put up one heck of a fight too.

So, the snake slithered in and then it slithered back out. No harm, no foul, and it lived happily ever after.

They’re Baaaack!

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The rednecks came to get that camper tonight. I was actually shocked to see them. I figured that POS would be in our yard until we got rid of it!

First, they pulled up in a junky LOUD pick-up truck and naturally, drove through the yard again. I know they would have had to anyway, in order to hitch the camper to the truck BUT they could have at least asked first. Especially since they just got their butts chewed out a few days ago.

I sent my daughter out there to gather up my dishes and silverware that she took out there weeks ago. She came back in with a plate, 2 bowls, a pitcher and a fork and knife that were so nasty dirty that they were stuck together! No lie! One of the bowls was covered with mold and it made me sick. My pitcher had some kind of dried, smelly drink residue in the bottom. It was disgusting. I felt like just throwing it all in the garbage! Instead, I bitched about it A LOT and cleaned everything with vinegar, Dawn dishwashing liquid, and then again with vinegar and a soapy, tea tree oil spray I made myself. Then after a good scalding hot rinse I was satisfied it was clean. Maybe. LOL.

What’s sad here is the fact that my child didn’t think anything of it! I don’t know why she thinks this type of thing is acceptable or “normal.” As a small child she picked up everything that wasn’t in it’s proper place and put them back where they belonged! She always wanted to wash the tables off at fast food restaurants! She freaked out if there was food under the table. If there was trash laying about at the park, she would clean up before she went to play! What the heck happened?

About the moldy dish she says, “It wasn’t like that until after the storm, Mom.” Yeah, like the storm made the bowl moldy and the silverware stick together? Give me a break.

When the rednecks finally got the camper all folded back down (as best they could) they hitched it to the pick-up truck and drove off. It was funny because I could visualize things falling out of the camper on their trek down the road!

I could kick myself hard for not taking a picture! It truly was a sight.

Rude Rednecks

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Last night, I was minding my own business, watching my soaps that I had taped during the day, (I tape them so I can watch in PEACE) when there was a knock at the door.

It was J., S.R.’s boyfriend. S.R. had already gone to bed. I thought she was still awake so I went and told her he was here. She went outside with him and I didn’t know what was going on, so being concerned about my daughter I went outside. My son, C.F. and his friend A.S. were already outside.

Apparently, J. came with a friend of his to clean out the camper (haha, that was destroyed by the storm the previous night) so they were out there salvaging his stuff. OK, fine.

The thing is, S.R. told him about it early that day when she realized the camper had been damaged. He should have come during the day, not at night. It was almost 11 pm. My dad had already gone to bed and they were outside making all kinds of noise. Slamming and banging. Dropping and pounding. It was very rude of them to even show up this late. Rednecks. They haven’t got a clue.

The day before yesterday, they showed up during the day to drop some of J.’s stuff off at the camper BUT the losers decided to just drive through the yard, through the garden area and all the way around the back…without even asking if it was ok. Granted, we live out in the country but we like our yard to look half way decent.

S.R. says “Mom normal people don’t think about things like that.”

I said, “NO! Rednecks don’t think about things like that. Normal people don’t drive through other people’s yards!” Needless to say, she was pissed at me, yet again!

I should have expected that they would show up late and make all that racket. I sure as hell can’t expect common decency! I sure hope S.R. comes to her senses soon before I go completely gray and end up in a nuthouse.