Here is the snake story: Last week my hubby told me to check the hot tub levels. No problem, I took off the cover to the hot tub. Mr ribbit ribbit is there on the panel. I started screaming!!! Hubby comes out the house (too slow for me) and said “what”? I asked “didn’t you here me screaming”? He said” you’re always hollering and screaming how was I suppose to know something is wrong? I pointed to the frog and he said is that all? Well it was a toad. (I’m still screaming).
Later that SAME day he asked me to put dusting powder on the vegetable plants in the garden. I told him I was dressed too cute to be in garden. ( I didn’t want to mess up my shoes). I went in the house and changed my clothes and shoes.
On my way to the garden, something in the grass was moving fast, it was black with red stripe. (I watch animal kingdom. I knew bright markings is a sign of poisonous snake). I screamed to the top of my lungs!!!! This time I’m running like Flo Jo. I can’t even speak. He replied what now??? (NOW I’m pissed, hey is that a cuss word? if so sorry). I asked him “Didn’t you hear me scream? He asked What another frog? I said no a snake. He asked did you kill him? I said with what my damn foot? He said you have to kill it, where did it go? I had to show him where I saw it and it was still there!!! Pat got the shovel and killed it. Now I’m scared to even work in my flowers and so no more going to the garden for me either. I’m never going back outside because it’s just safer in the house.
I Was Thinking.... 
Girl please. You know I grew up down south, in Mississippi & I still don’t do snakes. Our grandmother used to ask when she heard me screaming, running,…, what kind, color, length or how big??? My common reply or answer was don’t know, didn’t check, really,,,., & didn’t know for sure it looked like a snake.. could have been a frog, lizard,..,, in the family??? Regardless I left the hoe, shovel, kizzer blade, rake.., whatever tool I was using in the garden, field, pea patch, watermelon, fruit orchard or wherever I saw it. Of course she finally concluded I wasn’t going to kill whatever it was & yelling, lecturing, spanking ooophs correction whopping my butt wasn’t ever going to change my immediate response to slimmy creatures so she just came to my location killed it (whatever it was) & sent me back to work. The key thing was she wanted results and her priorities were tending the crops & harvesting our vegetables & fruit,.,, you know food to eat, feed chickens, cattle, hogs, turkeys…. So she let that one little phobia go. Just remember the main goal. Tell Pat to just come quickly, remedy the problem, and get on with the end game. Love your southern, country, farm, cousin.
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