Okay... so with only three hours of sleep since Monday, I was all tuckered out last night. I crawled into bed, and an odd thought slipped through my mind... I thought about that snake I had seen the first year I was here. It bothered me a bit. I even turned on my light and checked out the tops of the windows (a favorite haunt for blacksnakes, I had heard from my friend Nellie)... Ah, nothing... I ventured off into oblivion. I didn't even remember dreaming, which is rare.
Suddenly the tunes of "Hotel California," my ringtone... It is four-thirty. My mom's voice blares me awake... "Gayla?" (who did she think would answer?)
"Will you bring in something to kill.... something? To my bathroom..." That is NOT the phone call a person wants to get at 4:30 a.m. There could be worse, of course, but really..??? I was thinking WHAT WAS THIS "SOMETHING"?
As I grabbed a cane, she came barreling out of that end of the house on her walker.. She can move, I tell you! It was a four foot snake, maybe a black snake... in the corner of her bathroom. By the time I got in there, he was heading down the register..
Yours truly, who has to wear garden gloves to take out a mouse caught dead in a trap, took that cane and beat that poor snake to death. Mom called our neighbor, and he arrived in no time to take the creature out to the yard and "kill it again."
By this time, it was 5:30.... and I have started my day. I have a headache!
As I slipped off to get ready for school, Mom called after me: "I have a new respect for you."
"It was hard won," I mumbled....
Did I have a portent of that snake? Does he have a brother? Is a "day in the country" truly "worth a month in town"?
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