Pumpkin and I had a scary experience today. She was in the bathroom, getting ready to go with me to meet Hubby, and I was in my office working. I heard her come out of the bathroom, and she yelled, “Mommy, I keep hearing something in here.” So I went to see what she was talking about, and she said she heard noises coming from a little closet across from the bathroom. Not really a closet per se, but a small area that houses the chimney, the furnace, and a couple of shelves. I opened it, expecting to see a mouse scurry away. If only.

On the shelf was a long, black object that was kind of curled up and had a bag on top of it. The bag moved, and I slammed the door. I proceeded to round up Pumpkin, grab the phone, and head out the front door.

I called Hubby and told him that I wasn’t 100% sure, but I believed that there was a snake in the house. I told him the details, and he said, “Are you sure it was a snake?” I told him that I couldn’t guarantee it, but I wasn’t going to go back in to look. I guess he expected me to go open the door back up and take a good close look, smell it to see if it smelled like a snake, and maybe ask the possible snake if it knew where one could buy some cheap Phentermine. Um, no. Not gonna happen. I’m not phobic about snakes or anything, but I don’t like to get up close and personal with them.

He said he would come on home and check it out. Pumpkin and I waited on the porch. When he got here, he went in armed with Pumpkin’s t-ball bat.

We followed him in, and he opened the door and quickly closed it back. He told me to bring him his shovel, and stay outside with Pumpkin. Not a good sign.

When we went back in, there was a HUGE dead snake on the floor. He said it jumped out of the closet at him. Holy cow!

After some investigation, he found several possible points where they could be entering from the attic. So tomorrow he is going to try to patch everything up so they can’t get in. It’s pretty much impossible to get into the attic, so we can’t go up there and catch however many more there may be or run them out. I guess the best thing we can do is make sure they can’t get in the main part of the house.

Now, I’m well aware that non-poisonous snakes are not such a bad thing. But Hubby says that one was in fact poisonous. And at any rate, if one comes in my house, I’m going to shoot first and ask questions later, so to speak. If they’re outside and not threatening me or anyone else, I’ll let them be.

If anyone has any tips for keeping snakes away from a dwelling, I would love to hear them in the comments. I’m hoping that we won’t have any more problems with them, but when there’s one around, there’s a good chance that there are more.