last night I was in the kitchen fixing a shake for me and Ian (no I did not make those cookies Aunt Flow was wanting so don’t think I am a complete gluten) as a movie treat. I rented (for free) the new National Treasure movie from Redbox…not that good. ANYWAYS….getting off track. I walked out of the kitchen and then remembered that I didn’t put the milk away. As I turn around I see there is something writhing on the kitchen floor. Either it appeared out of now where or I stepped over it when I came to and fro from the kitchen before and didn’t notice. It was about 5 inches long and pretty thin. I yelped loud enough that Ian flew out of the computer chair to come see (I am sure in his mind) that I was over reacting to whatever it was. He saw it and I immediately claim that it’s a snake. He, in his “you are such a girl” voice says, “No, it’s not.” Then the following conversation was spoken…
Me: “Are you sure?”
Him: “Yes, I am sure. It’s a worm.”
Me: “Worms don’t move like that.”
Him: “Yes, they do.”
Me: “I haven’t ever seen them move like that. It’s a snake!”
Him: “I am a boy who played with bugs when I was little. It’s a worm”
Me: “Well, GET IT!”
Him: “Well, give me something I can pick it up with.”
**Red flag in my mind….if it was just a worm, just pick it up with your fingers!**
It was between me and paper towels so I was not about to get it.
With a sigh that basically said, “You are such a girl, but I really don’t mind” he got a paper towel and started to kind of push it around. He finally covers it and gently pats it so as to not completely squish it’s guts all over my kitchen floor. Much appreciated. He picked it up and took it to the bathroom. Twice flushed to it’s death.
Two minutes later as Ian is putting the movie in…he mumbles…under his breath, but just barely loud enough for me to hear…”It was a snake.”