The Scream... by Edward Munch and me....

Not much to tell. After a fairly horrid day yesterday I posted about a little cricket who kept me awake.. I quickly deleted the post and the cartoon cricket photo... "Be more positive," I told myself. Unable to think of anything positive, I just went without a post...

Tonight... after a much better day I went upstairs to tell my mom goodnight. In that alerting pattern only recognizable with the brain's horror.. at least to me.... I saw it... Ssssss-ing its design in the door INSIDE between kitchen and dining room ..... a black rat snake (I think that's the species... at least it was a medium sized snaked poised to move)... Okay. Let it be said. I am NOT brave.... I am optimistic. I don't believe every second that a robber will crash through my door, that a mouse will crawl up my leg, that a bat will sweep through the dining room.... that a snake will slither around my home.... BUT IF IT DOES...... I'm as much or more of a weenie as anyone you have ever known. I called my son. He was so dismally slow, and the snake was gone by the time I'd called.... Flashlights, moving furniture.... peering under washer, dryer, cabinets.... Nope... No snake.... Tonight I sleep with the tv on and the lights blaring... At least it seems to be scaring away the little cricket.... Did I mention I don't like it here??????? Aaaaaaghhhhh.....