I was sitting with Steve, near the front window, watching him squint. “Is that a snake?” He wondered aloud.
I turned to watch something squirm across the drive. “Ohhh, I could take a picture.”
“You better hurry,” Steve called. The snake was inching his way toward the pond just beyond the fence line.
In my church finery, heels and all, I trotted across the drive. After snapping the photo, I yelled. “You need to kill it.” Of course he couldn’t hear me, so I hippity-hop back to the terminal with my hand slicing across my throat. Sign language for kill the snake. Once indoors, I cried. “Kill the snake. I think he’s poisonous.”
“Leave him alone,” Steve said not budging from his chair. “Let him eat the insects.”
“But he’s copper colored, and he flattened out his body,” I reasoned, while producing the picture on my camera. I knew this piece of evidence would prove I was right and he was wrong. I felt Steve needed to find his Tarzan attitude and kill the massive 6 inch snake.
“He doesn’t have a diamond head,” Steve announced casually.
I sighed that womanly sigh. “But what of the children?” My last hope.
“Do you know how many snakes live by the pond?” Steve arched a brow.
I set my camera down on the table. “I haven’t seen any.”
“Now you have!”
Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you. Luke 10:19
ha ha! I used to like them when I was young and stupid, but I’d vote for kill the sucker too now
I’m with you Ansuyo. I really don’t care how small he is!
God Bless You!
I loved this, Lady D! “But what of the children?” haha! Good, good try! It is a pretty snake. . .do you know what it is? The other day, riding this little train at the park, a 6ft. black snake was dangling down from the door tract as we went through the train shed, it’s head and upper body stretching out towards the train. That got our attention. The people behind us got off after that. haha! God bless you and yours. May your husbands inner Tarzan arise!
Hello, Debbie. I think I would have gotten off the train if a six footer had been hanging out!
If birds start into the hangar, Steve’s inner Tarzan will come alive. He cannot tolerate bird poop on the planes.
God Bless You!
AWE! It’s a pretty lil thing…. Good shot with the camera…Love it….. Bro pat
Hello, Brother Pat. I’ve never thought of a snake as pretty before — I’ll just have to take your word for it!
God Bless You!
I am glad Steve had the thought not to kill the pretty little thing. It probably has 100′s of brothers and sisters and …….
Oh, Wonderful, sheriff. Thanks for reminding me he has siblings!
God Bless You!
I’m going back to your About
Annie and snakes don’t mix
Dear, Annie. I see you are indeed feeling rejuvenated. Praising God for His Healing Touch!
Now buck up soldier, the tap tap of my heels sent the little snake scurrying. All is well!
God Bless You!
Thank goodness he didn’t talk you into eating an apple! You know what happened the last time… Seriously, I’m with you… kill em’ all. I’ll take the insects any day! God bless.
Laughing, Mike. I’m with you!
God Bless You!
That is a pretty snake. I never see them here, probably a good thing, lol.
Hello, Andrews. I cannot see the beauty!
I’ll have to take your word on it!
God Bless You!
Oh this is a good one, alright–story, I mean–I don’t do snakes! God bless you Big–love, sis Caddo
Hello, Caddo. I don’t like snakes either. But if you want a good laugh, read Steve’s Tarzan Tumble!
God Bless You!