I had gotten up early to water the plants and such before it got too hot, but I remembered that I hadn't unloaded my tack out of the trailer from Saturday's ride so I went around back, got the strap goods, hosed them off and hung them up to dry, then picked up my black felt saddle sheet and carried it around to the front. It was pretty smelly and I didn't want to take it in the house to wash right then so I just dropped it outside the front door and went on with my watering. While I was doing that, my husband opened the door for the cats to go out, but they got freaked out by that black blanket laying there and didn't want to go past it. He thought that was kinda strange, but just shooed them on out anyways, but when they went past it, they just shot past it like it was going to get them or something.
So about that time I got done with my watering and decided to go on in the house and take that blanket with me to throw in the washer, but when I picked it up there was this big brownish blackish thing underneath it and it took me a second or two to realize that it was a big ol’ snake coiled up under there. I have no idea where he came from, because he wasn't there when I put the blanket down less than 30 minutes before. But he kinda startled me, so I scream “Oh SH!T” and jumped back and my husband comes running to the door and I'm pointing and hollering “Snake!” and he's hollering “Get the hoe” through the door.
But by this time I'd gotten over the initial shock of seeing him and had time to get my wits about me so I gave him a closer look. I could see that he wasn't a poisonous snake, judging by the shape of his head and eyes, and I'm not one to just kill a snake because he's a snake, so I just go get a garden rake and try to scoop him up with that to take him back to the woods. But my husband hates snakes and he's screaming “Kill the d@mned snake!” and I'm yelling “No!” and he's yelling “Don't make me have to come out there and give you a cussin’. That snake’ll be back before you get back to the house!”. And the snake keeps crawling off the rake every few feet, and he's like 4 feet long, so I finally just grab him by the tail and carry him the rest of the way and fling him into the woods, which nearly causes my husband to have a stroke. So needless to say, I didn't go back in the house for a while until he'd had a chance to calm down. I mean, heck, it was just a water snake. I thought it was funny after it was all said and done, and definitely added a little excitement to our Sunday morning, but my hubby obviously didn't think so. I have a feeling that if he sees that snake again that there's going to be hell to pay. ;o)
Laughing out loud here! What a frenzy of activity! I think it would have caused the same thing here, but I don't know which of us would be shouting what!!! :~) What do you think hon? Which side are you on? ;~)
Sounds like how my husband used to react. He was terrified of snakes for most of his life.