Monday as we sat around enjoying our "day off", Masen looked up from her perch in the rocking chair and very calmly said "Dillon, there's a snake." Now, what you need to know about my daughter is that the term Drama Queen was coined after she was born. This is the child who refused to go outside for the first 5 years of her life because outside is where the bugs are. Now that you know this about her, then you can understand why nobody listened, especially since she never even moved out of the rocking chair. Dillon ignored her and I thought she was just trying to pick on Dillon. So, she says it again, "There's a S N A K E." I glanced up and saw a small dark something in the floor, but it looked like one of Dillon's toys, so I just said, yeah, ha ha kiddo. This time the comment came a little more adamently, "THERE IS A SNAKE IN THE HOUSE." Deeeeep sigh, I walked over and sure enough, the instant I got too close, the little sucker took off. I had momentary brain freeze while I thought, how in the crap am I going to get this thing out of here. "GO GET YOUR DAD!" Ah-ha problem solved, make the man do it! It was just a tiny little thing, but after we moved bunk beds, a ridiculous number of stuffed animals, a variety of toy semi trucks, and a pair of underwear (all of which were UNDER Dillon's bed), we found it, and while I held the flashlight on it, Chris ki-ayed it with a baseball bat and that was that.
Dillon was so excited. He called anyone and everyone who would listen and told them he "got to see its guts".
Me, I am just glad Sis spotted it. If I had found that thing while cleaning Dillon's room.....oh wait, I don't clean his room, which explains the underwear under the bed....ANYWAY, I'm just sayin' I am really glad he's not living in my house. THANKS MASEN. Next time we'll listen, or maybe you could panic just a little.
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