Snake Saga: Part 2

Sep 17, 2012 by Lauren

Well, it seems my victory lap may have been a little hasty.

When Adam came home last night, I told him (quite triumphantly, I might add) about killing the snake.   I told him all about hitting it with the spade, it dying, trying to scoop it up and G$ laughing at me.  I told him about throwing it away…in the trash can.

Ahem.

The look on his face was pretty priceless.  He said, “Wait…you threw a carcass in the trash can?”  Errrrr…yes?

In my defense, as soon as he said “carcass” I realized how stupid it was to put a dead animal in a garbage can rather than throw it way out in the weeds or something.  Like I said yesterday, the only reason I killed it in the first place was out of fear that it would bite my kid or my dog.  Before I killed it, I called Adam to ask what I should do and he said if I killed it I had to “throw it out” so the dog wouldn’t track it.  To me, that meant  kill the snake, then throw it in the trash.  That was the end of my thought process on the entire matter.  Oops!

But that’s not all.

We had a short argument about who was going to get the snake carcass out of the trash can and throw it in the weeds.  There was NO WAY I was going anywhere near that damn thing ever again, so I couldn’t care less whether he got it out or not.  Neither one of us ended up doing anything.

Fast forward to this morning.  Adam leaves for work.  A few minutes later he comes back in and asks which trash can I put the stupid snake guts in.  I told him and he went out, I thought, to get rid of it.  Not gonna lie…I was thrilled that I didn’t have to do it.

A few minutes later he came back in again.  Apparently what really happened was he’d had every intention of leaving the snake to rot in the garbage can.  But when he walked past the garbage cans to go to work, he heard something rustling.  Sure enough, when he dragged the trash can to the weeds, the flippin’ snake slithered right out.

That damn thing was still ALIVE.

I guess it must’ve just been playing dead the whole time.  Little bastard.  Good thing Adam heard it or the trash man would’ve been PIIIIIIIISSED.

Looks like I’m not an official farm girl after all.  🙂