Snake!!!

I found a snake in my garage behind my dryer. It was skinny and long and black, but it had gold/copper color to it. I shined a flashlight on it. It did not move. I quietly ran and got my husband and he came out and it was gone. We can't find it. I am freaking out and afraid to go to sleep.

I would take a huge spider anyway over a snake. Yuck. God. I hate snakes.

 

Well looks like your old man saved your ass again.

 

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Dont worry, it probably just crawled in your dryer. I would be careful when you pull clothes out of it...

 

Seriously? Can they get in the dryer? I'm pulling everything out of the garage and bleaching the floor and sealing any cracks I find. I'm also going to cut the grass so short that the sun scorches it and I have no grass. I'm going to have to call an exterminator. I'm thinking the snake came for the mice. I haven't seen a mouse in a while, but I know I saw poop in the garage... it's old poop that I didn't clean up. Yuck. Mice, snakes, ticks. It's never been this bad in the 4 years I have lived there.

 

When people start going really crazy do they realize it? Or is it just another day to them?


Just curious is all.

 

I cleaned the garage for 6 hours today. My entire body hurts.
I am slathered in icy hot.

I am proud of myself for doing as much as I did. I am stronger than I think. I really kicked ass today for a weak bitch.

 

I'm beginning to think your husband put the snake in the garage.

I wish it would work that way for me. I also wish I has a separate garage not attached to the house. My wife uses my garage for a dumping ground it looks like shit right now hell its looked like shit for the past 6 months.

 

I'm beginning to think she put the husband in her life to evoke knee-jerk responses like this. Some people just get off on it, I suppose - like the cousin to some Freudian erotic self-inflicted asphyxia fetish.

I know that man got laid that night (between whimpers of fear as Nauseous superimposed the image of that silky, skinny, long, and black snake over her hubby's phallus...) :biggrin:

 

I think (as Carl Jung would put it) that you are projecting.

 

Oh, I can't do that... It's not that long. But if you stand on your doorstep and hold an empty Cheetoh bag my way, I'll see if I can make the shot.

 

I thought it was potato chips. How cheesy. I'm offended.

 

It's not easy... being cheesey.

Hell, for all I know, it could've been Potato or even Corn.

All's I know is that I was munching on some new gimmic 'Giant Cheetohs' the night I posted that.

 

Eat the flamin' hot again and worry that you are shitting blood.