Yesterday, Jer and I were getting ready to go to a craft show. He was looking for his lazer light, and came walking very purposely into the bathroom where I was finishing up my hair.
"Is Dad awake?"
"No."
Panicked look in eyes. "I need Dad. Now."
"Why?" (I'm starting to get a little nervous. We don't wake Dad up unless we have to, he is not a Morning Person.)
"You don't want to know"
Rinse and repeat the last three lines several times, until he finally becomes agitated enough to say:
"theres a snake in my room"
Now, I'm the one who's panicked but attempting to stay calm. "YOU NEED TO GO WAKE HIM UP NOW."
So the 3 adventurers (Rex decided to join the game) banish me to my bedroom with stern "STAY IN THERE" comments and proceed to somehow get the snake out of Jeremy's toybox (yes he still has one) and transferred to the yard. According to later reports which I overheard, it was huge (makes me shudder just thinking about it). I'm sure it was just looking for a nice warm place to sleep....we've had mice in the house this time of year but never a freaking SNAKE!!!!!!
Come to think of it, we haven't had many mice this year...
