I’ve been hearing so much about the movie, The Strangers. Of course, I will not be seeing it because I get scared super easily. I mean, nightmares-for-weeks scared. Me and scary movies are just not a good combination. Even though I won’t be watching it, I was inclined to look at the trailer. Well, that wasn’t a good idea. It looks just awful and after a few seconds of seeing masked people, I quickly turned it off.
I went to wash my face and then walked back into the living room. It was late and very much dark outside. I heard a tapping and told Rob to stop. He told me that he didn’t do anything, along with giving me a look like I was crazy. He asked if someone was at the door. I looked and there was. I was so freaked by this. I mean, who knocks on a door at 1030pm? Isn’t there a rule for that sort of thing? (It turned out to be a man selling us a vacuum cleaner. At 1030pm, I might reiterate.)
Fast forward an hour or so…
I’m beginning to fall asleep on the couch. Rob is on his laptop. Buttercup is sleeping on the other couch. Everything is peaceful and as it should be.
Rob decides to take butter outside. Nothing abnormal here, I mean, the girl has to go to the bathroom, right?
Suddenly, as I’m drifting off, Rob comes running inside, drops Butter off on the couch, goes to the garage, and runs back outside. I’m in such a sleepy-state and was not comprehending what was happening.
Then I hear a lot of banging around out in the backyard… and I think to myself, “No way”.
Rob comes inside and I immediately asked what in the world he was doing out there. He tells me that he wasn’t doing anything. I told him that I heard something hitting the ground - What was it?
He finally fesses up - It was a snake. In our BACKYARD. I’m totally freaking out now. For real. Not only am I terrified of those reptiles to begin with, but there was one in my backyard.
Of course, I ask the details. You can tell that Rob is being extremely selective with the words and descriptions he is using. He knows I’m scared, but I tell him not to spare me any detail.
It was to the left of our patio. Like right there.
It was stretched out, not coiled up.
About 5 feet long… this is when I screamed, “That’s only 5 inches shorter than me”. He said “Well, maybe 4.5 feet then”. Yeah, right.
It was just hanging out in our grass and you could definitely see it. Oh. My. Gosh.
Oh, and he banged it on the head and killed it. (I mean, what were the other options? Have it possibly hurt Buttercup? Have a new pet in our backyard that I despise? It was late and whoever you might call for that sort of thing would not be working at that time. Also, the neighbor’s of some of our good friends that live in the next neighborhood over found a Copperhead in their backyard. It bit their dog and they had to make a trip to the hospital.. I think Rob made the best decision he could.)
Initially I think “good job”, but then I remember that my mom always told me that they travel in pairs (thanks mom).
The real killer is that right after the vacuum man knocked on our door, Rob decided to play the spy game. This involved him going outside, in the dark (oh yes, he refused to turn the light on in fear that the vacuum man would catch on to him), to see if he could see the guy going to another house. Really, I have no idea what the purpose of this is… I can only guess it’s a guy thing and because I’m not a guy, I don’t get it.
In case you didn’t follow that last paragraph, Rob walked outside, in the grass, and in the dark. He came inside for a few minutes, went back outside, turned on the light, and noticed a 4.5 foot slithering thing in our grass. I told him that he was lucky he still had legs.
Naturally, I told him immediately that we are moving. To right smack in the middle of Houston. In a high-rise. On one of the top floors. People that live there just don’t have this problem.
I also told him that we needed to get a snake repellent. Come to find out, there really isn’t such a thing. Oh, great.
I also let him know that we need someone to come out to check the perimeter of our house to make sure that there are no holes. Stat. I cannot even think about one of those things being in my house.
I would have a heart attack right there on the spot. No joke.
I’ve lived in Houston my whole life and have never run into this problem. Of course I didn’t sleep last night. I had nightmares of coiled-up snakes. I kept checking on Buttercup to make sure she was sleeping in her bed and not in the stomach of a reptile. It was bad.
I was elated when Rob woke up at the same time I did this morning. It meant that Butter would be able to go outside and use the bathroom… all with Rob. I’m not going in my backyard until I’m sure that there is nothing crawling in the grass.
Oh, and Rob “studied” the pattern on the reptile and looked it up online. It was a rat snake, I think.
Have no fear, he tells me, it’s not poisonous. Ha! It can still bite me and send me into such a panicked state. I’m not afraid because it’s poisonous or not, I just hate those things. Big, small, poisonous, not poisonous… it just doesn’t matter.
I told my mom the story and had her laughing (not so funny!). She informed me that those look just like rattlesnakes (Rob so conveniently left that detail out). When I asked him, he said that it did resemble it, but since it wasn’t coiled up, he noticed the tail and the lack of a rattle.
Ew.
I’ve been hearing so much about the movie, The Strangers. Of course, I will not be seeing it because I get scared super easily. I mean, nightmares-for-weeks scared. Me and scary movies are just not a good combination. Even though I won’t be watching it, I was inclined to look at the trailer. Well, that wasn’t a good idea. It looks just awful and after a few seconds of seeing masked people, I quickly turned it off.
I went to wash my face and then walked back into the living room. It was late and very much dark outside. I heard a tapping and told Rob to stop. He told me that he didn’t do anything, along with giving me a look like I was crazy. He asked if someone was at the door. I looked and there was. I was so freaked by this. I mean, who knocks on a door at 1030pm? Isn’t there a rule for that sort of thing? (It turned out to be a man selling us a vacuum cleaner. At 1030pm, I might reiterate.)
Fast forward an hour or so…
I’m beginning to fall asleep on the couch. Rob is on his laptop. Buttercup is sleeping on the other couch. Everything is peaceful and as it should be.
Rob decides to take butter outside. Nothing abnormal here, I mean, the girl has to go to the bathroom, right?
Suddenly, as I’m drifting off, Rob comes running inside, drops Butter off on the couch, goes to the garage, and runs back outside. I’m in such a sleepy-state and was not comprehending what was happening.
Then I hear a lot of banging around out in the backyard… and I think to myself, “No way”.
Rob comes inside and I immediately asked what in the world he was doing out there. He tells me that he wasn’t doing anything. I told him that I heard something hitting the ground - What was it?
He finally fesses up - It was a snake. In our BACKYARD. I’m totally freaking out now. For real. Not only am I terrified of those reptiles to begin with, but there was one in my backyard.
Of course, I ask the details. You can tell that Rob is being extremely selective with the words and descriptions he is using. He knows I’m scared, but I tell him not to spare me any detail.
It was to the left of our patio. Like right there.
It was stretched out, not coiled up.
About 5 feet long… this is when I screamed, “That’s only 5 inches shorter than me”. He said “Well, maybe 4.5 feet then”. Yeah, right.
It was just hanging out in our grass and you could definitely see it. Oh. My. Gosh.
Oh, and he banged it on the head and killed it. (I mean, what were the other options? Have it possibly hurt Buttercup? Have a new pet in our backyard that I despise? It was late and whoever you might call for that sort of thing would not be working at that time. Also, the neighbor’s of some of our good friends that live in the next neighborhood over found a Copperhead in their backyard. It bit their dog and they had to make a trip to the hospital.. I think Rob made the best decision he could.)
Initially I think “good job”, but then I remember that my mom always told me that they travel in pairs (thanks mom).
The real killer is that right after the vacuum man knocked on our door, Rob decided to play the spy game. This involved him going outside, in the dark (oh yes, he refused to turn the light on in fear that the vacuum man would catch on to him), to see if he could see the guy going to another house. Really, I have no idea what the purpose of this is… I can only guess it’s a guy thing and because I’m not a guy, I don’t get it.
In case you didn’t follow that last paragraph, Rob walked outside, in the grass, and in the dark. He came inside for a few minutes, went back outside, turned on the light, and noticed a 4.5 foot slithering thing in our grass. I told him that he was lucky he still had legs.
Naturally, I told him immediately that we are moving. To right smack in the middle of Houston. In a high-rise. On one of the top floors. People that live there just don’t have this problem.
I also told him that we needed to get a snake repellent. Come to find out, there really isn’t such a thing. Oh, great.
I also let him know that we need someone to come out to check the perimeter of our house to make sure that there are no holes. Stat. I cannot even think about one of those things being in my house.
I would have a heart attack right there on the spot. No joke.
I’ve lived in Houston my whole life and have never run into this problem. Of course I didn’t sleep last night. I had nightmares of coiled-up snakes. I kept checking on Buttercup to make sure she was sleeping in her bed and not in the stomach of a reptile. It was bad.
I was elated when Rob woke up at the same time I did this morning. It meant that Butter would be able to go outside and use the bathroom… all with Rob. I’m not going in my backyard until I’m sure that there is nothing crawling in the grass.
Oh, and Rob “studied” the pattern on the reptile and looked it up online. It was a rat snake, I think.
Have no fear, he tells me, it’s not poisonous. Ha! It can still bite me and send me into such a panicked state. I’m not afraid because it’s poisonous or not, I just hate those things. Big, small, poisonous, not poisonous… it just doesn’t matter.
I told my mom the story and had her laughing (not so funny!). She informed me that those look just like rattlesnakes (Rob so conveniently left that detail out). When I asked him, he said that it did resemble it, but since it wasn’t coiled up, he noticed the tail and the lack of a rattle.
Ew.