Saturday I took middle son to the walk-in medical clinic. When we got back oldest tells me that Dad killed a snake. In. The. House. Yes, seriously. The room we're remodeling isn't totally sealed. The floor boards have holes where the boards had knots in them that dried and fell out over time. Kept telling DH something was gonna come in and boy did something. So DH killed it and had it out back for me to see. What we call a black rat snake. Not the same snake I saw. Only about 2 feet long and different kind of snake. Got online and looked it up and I think mine was a yellow bellied racer. Not 100% sure, but that's my guess.
So, that brings us to Sunday. We've had to cut down some diseased trees and we had some wood in one area that needed to be gotten rid of (has wood eating beetles or something in it). Nieghbors said we could put it on their burn pile in pasture next to our garden to get it away from the house. So we're loading it up in the truck bed late Sunday afternoon and we pick up the last piece and, oh, look, a baby one of the gray snakes I saw! DH killed it with a stick and rock. It wasn't even a foot long, very small. Still very pretty.
I was ever so glad when Monday was completed with no more snake sightings!











