When it rains, it pours…part 2

So as mentioned before, the week (which is now a little ways past…sorry for the delay), continued to be an adventure.  Thursday brought more barfing, but Friday and Saturday seemed to promise some much needed normalcy.  We were so optimistic that we actually rented a movie, I know, CRAZY right?  Somebody stop us, we might go to bed at 10:30!  We put the kid down to sleep and went downstairs to our little home theater to enjoy the show.

Not 45 seconds after starting the movie Claire started crying.  The hubby ran upstairs to get her, and I decided to follow in order to assist where needed.  Now, let me pause a moment to describe our basement.  It’s not particularly large, most of it we recently finished.  When you come down the stairs you are met by a door to our unfinished laundry/storage room and then there is a short hallway to our entertainment room.  As I was running down the hall to the stairs I noticed a grayish rope sticking out under the laundry room door, which I found extremely odd since I didn’t remember us having a gray rope.

I stopped dead in my tracks.  We don’t have a gray rope.  We especially don’t have a gray rope with scales.

My heart started pounding and I raced up to the baby’s room where the hubby was trying to console her.

With a shaking voice I said, “You need to come downstairs right now…we have a SNAKE in our basement!”

The hubby’s face went white and all three of us raced back downstairs to see that the SNAKE (shudder!) had fully revealed itself and was just chillin’ in our hallway.

We were paralyzed.  Never in my entire life have I had any type of reptile in my home.  I never really thought I was afraid of snakes, until I saw one in my home. Hubby hates snakes with a passion.  Not quite as much as he hates mice and rats, but snakes are right up there for him.  We just stood on the steps, mouths agape, and wondered what on earth we were supposed to do next.  We couldn’t kill it with a shovel, blood would get all over the carpet.  That meant we had to catch it.  Ugh!

We took turns watching the snake and running around the house to find something to put it in, however, while it was on my watch it got tired of hanging out in the hallway and quickly slithered back under the laundry room door  and into the mess of the storage room, all while I stood there screeching and clutching at the baby.

We couldn’t find it in the storage room.  It really seems to have disappeared into some small hiding space, and we’re too afraid to go poking around with much gusto.  We created an entire fortress around the base of the door in an attempt to keep it from escaping and prayed that it would go out the way it came in (which is a mystery to us, since we have no idea how it got in).  My brave sisters came over the next day and poked around, but we couldn’t find anything.

So now we still have a snake in our basement.  It’s been almost 2 weeks.  Doing laundry is a two man job as one person has to stand guard as the other throws clothes around as fast as humanly possible.  The sucky thing about snakes is there is no real easy way to get rid of them.  You have to either catch it or kill it.  There’s no such thing as snake traps or snake poison.  Yuck yuck yuck!  Someone pointed out that at least we won’t have mice in our basement.  Yeah, way to see the bright side…we don’t have mice, we just have a 20 inch long SNAKE!  No biggie!  The person who pointed that out is apparently some sort of snake enthusiast and said that it’s no big deal, we just have to hope that it isn’t a female that is going to give birth to a whole LITTER of snakes IN OUR HOUSE!  Yeah, no big deal.

Hang on for a second while I hyperventilate.

So, there you have it.  Snake in the house, mystery to where it has gone.  Possible infestation of baby snakes on the horizon.

So how are your holidays shaping up?

Tags: gross stuff, phobias, snakes