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I call her Mine Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Transplanted to the PNW
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When I first came to live on the plantation with Jess, I was sitting in the house one morning, checking email and waking up. Jess, outside watering landscaping yells, "Hey honey! Come here!" I walk out on the screened porch and Hy is pointing to a 6' black snake sunning in the grass not two feet from the front door. With the high pitched screech heard as far west as Memphis, I was back in the house, on the phone with my father. It went a lil something like this: Me: "DADDY!!!! How do you get rid of snakes without killing them?!?!?" My father: "Well, punkin, what color is it?" Me: "black" Father: "Well, what shape is its head?" Me: "I have no fucking clue, I didnt get that close" Father: "what shape is its eyes? are they slanted?" Me: "I wasnt that close. I didnt ask its heritage." Father: "Well, how many are there?" Me: "I dunno - I didnt ask if he had friends and family. How the FUCK DO I GET RID OF IT?!?!?!" He then proceeds to go into a litany about good snakes and bad snakes and how we wanna keep the good ones... KEEP the GOOD ones?!?!?!?!?!? ![]() I didnt go back out into the yard except to the car and back for a good month. Don't even get me started about how the next year as I went across our dirt road to check the mail and there was one laid out across the drive, blocking my path back to the house. Or how I was stuck out there for a good hour. Or how I refused to check the mail anymore without being armed. Snakes... not my thing. Not then, not now, not never. ![]() |
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