Monday, September 12, 2005
crisis after crisis
As if it wasn't bad enough to evict a lizard from the house last night, today I had to kill a snake. I was relaxing in the hammock after a morning of hard work, when Dorothy alerted me to the presence of a snake just near the foundation of our house. I don't know why but she's always the one to find these snakes, lizards and all manners of creepy crawlers. I don't know why I never see them. Anyway, Dorothy skedaddled into the safety of the house and I got a brick and dropped in on the snake's head, then cut off his head with a shovel. I went into the house proud of my success in vanquishing this monster (3 ft. long) that was threatening our household. Was I treated like a hero? No hug . No Kiss (or promise of more affection later). You would think I do this kind of thing all the time. Such is the life of a husband.