St. Patrick protect us!

Not a call a mom wants to get while on the way home knowing that dad is out of town for the next two days . . . "Um mom, how do we get a SNAKE out of the house?"

The first thing I did, of course, knowing that my hubby has a snake phobia was to call him and tell him that God has sent a sign that it was time for us to move.  Dad did some research and called home.  When I got there the kids, with dad on the phone, had ruled out anything dangerous. 

The goal was not to hurt the thing but man those things can move when you put a snow shovel by them.  By the way Jumba didn't even know what the snow shovel was until I explained its shape to him (another sign it is time to move LOL).

Pickle and Princess watch "Billy the Exterminator" all the time.  They pretend to be exterminators every now and then but when a snake was spotted inside they climbed up on chairs.  Nice guys, make the pregnant mommy take care of it.  That isn't really a fair statement because Goobers and Sugar had it trapped and were working on how to get it out before I got home.

I think it is funny that the snake shows up this close to St. Patrick's Day, IF WE ONLY LIVED IN IRELAND - THIS WOULD NEVER BE A PROBLEM.  I am sorry but I think that I wasn't as gentle with the snake as I wanted to be, I don't think it made it.  Sorry to all you snake lovers.