I do not like snakes. Period.

I do not like snakes. Period.

Nope, nope, nope.


Geoff was mowing the lawn this morning.

Grace was napping.

Parker and Payton were patronizing each other, as usual.

I picked Payton up.

Walked into the kitchen.

And saw through the window....Geoff holding this.

This.

Snake.


Sure, sure. It's little. It's 'harmless.' They actually do good. Right?? They eat bugs and stuff??

Well. I do not like snakes.

I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.

{above stanza from Green Eggs & Ham}


As Geoff was weed-eating...he accidentally got them (there were TWO!!!). One flung on his leg. (Oh the thought!!!)

Anyway.... both snakes did not survive the incident. And I am ok with that. Actually....I am more than ok with that!

I feel so....so...violated. And intruded upon. We walk barefoot in our backyard all of the time! And although I think I know deep down that they will leave us alone. I do not like it!!!

I even got sick to my stomach.

I do not live in the country. I did not sign up for this.

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Dear harmless grass snakes,


Please go away. Thanks.


Shamelessly scared silly of snakes,
Marla

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Yes...I realize I may be acting just a tad bit dramatic. But.........I do not like snakes!!