Snakes

I hate snakes. Hate, hate, hate them. Seriously, I was walking across a bridge and almost stepped on a garter snake (a big one, not poisonous but still!) and I considered jumping off the bridge.

So the other day I walk into the kitchen and there's a plastic snake on the counter... Now I know it's fake, it doesn't even look real but it's still there and I need to make dinner so there's no way that thing and I are going to be in there at the same time while I cook. It's not happening!
I can't just pick it up though, it goes against like every self-defense instinct I have, even if it is fake! So instead I grab a dish rag and use that to carefully pick up the tail and hold it as far away from me as possible and go into the office to throw it onto my mom's computer tower.
I figure it's her kitchen so she can deal with the snake someone left there!

Back in the kitchen I go to make dinner. Once it's ready Dad and I decide that since, it's just the two of us that night, we'll eat in the office. I get in there and go to sit down at Mom's desk and realize that stupid snake is there!
Well this is just not happening! So this time I find some cardstock to scoop up the plastic snake and throw it on Dad's desk.

Now someone tell me, how come the two times this snake needs moved, I'm the only one in the room?! I think they planned it just to torment me! =)




Just so you all know, later when I told this story to my family over the holidays my Mom started laughing. She said "I found it and I set in on the counter because you were out of town. I put it there so I'd remember to move it somewhere because I didn't want you to come across it and have to deal with it and then I forgot!"
Thanks for trying to keep me from being terrified Mom, I appreciate the thought. =)