I came home from an early and quick trip into the city to find a three foot snake in my hallway.
Well, where would you be if you were a snake? My hallway, or course. That brown nearly-shag is so irresistible. I called Dad who said he’d send my oldest brother over.
But after I hung up, something wild welled up inside of me. I suddenly wanted to get rid of it myself… to conquer! Fight! WIN! Armed with gardening gloves, a toy sword, and an orange kiddie bucket, I did just that. And the girl snapped a picture for proof.
Thank ya kindly, older brother… but little sister’s got this one covered.
Between my canned goods and snake charming (or pissing off, whatever) skills, I now firmly believe that I could stare Satan dead in the eye on not flinch.
I.
Am.
Spartacuuuuuuuuuuus!
GAHHHH! You are woman, I hear you roar! You are much braver than I am…I am not about to get near anything that doesn’t have shoulders…just sayin’