I had just gotten finished shopping with Shannon and Liz this afternoon and was very excited about all my fun new clothes and accessories for next weekend (yes, one week from today at this very moment I will be saying "I DO!" when I pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. At first I thought they were branches from yesterday's storm, and then I realized one had a head and was looking at me. Thank God for cell phones. I've never been squeamish about snakes, and every time I tell my Mama I'm going to swim in the river she shudders inside thinking about all the snakes that must be swimming with me, but in my almost 8 years in Alabama, I've only seen three snakes (five now, I suppose.)
But luckily, I am marrying a man who takes care of these sorts of things. His first instinct was to get something to kill the snakes, instead of calling a pest service or screaming or carrying on. He takes care of $h!t, and it's one of the many reasons I love him. Because I know that if there's ever something around threatening his family, he'll do what needs to be done. Although he hated killing the poor things and said so a couple of times, I am so grateful that he did. Because I couldn't have.
Please pardon the curse words. We were distraught.
(note: I cannot seem to get this video to upload, but will continue to try!)
Snake 1
Snake 2
