Monday, April 26, 2010

Confession Number 29: I Don't Like Him

We were working at the house yesterday triming trees and picking up trash.  Dustin would cut off a limb and I would haul it over to the burn pile.  Then, it happened.  I ran face to face into a snake. 
I yelped (not quite a scream, more like a verbal shutter). 
He slithered. 
I did the hibbidy jibbidy dance. 
He wiggled. 
I ran.
He did, too.
I turned pale white.
He was black.
I don't like him.  My yard isn't big enough for the both of us.  He needs to go away.

The End.

1 comment:

  1. At least it wasn't a spider. I'll take an oversized worm over something hairy with an inappropriate number of legs any day.