You know you live in the country when...

You know you live in the country when.....

You go to leave for church and this is your bon-voyage gift. Yuck! 

Poor Sierra is the one that spotted him first. I was getting the younger girls ready to head out the door and I asked her to go get in her car seat, since she is always ready first because she can get her shoes on herself. I opened the garage door and ushered her out (we were running behind, as usual). 20 seconds later, I hear her come running inside shouting that there is a snake in the garage. Honestly, I thought she was kidding, or Brian maybe left a toy snake in there or something funny like that. I asked her a couple times what she was talking about and my non dramatic kid, just kept squealing about a "snake in the garage". So I opened the door and went out myself. Needless to say, I came running right back inside and went to get Brian (who was sleeping at the time). Thankfully he came outside, our "Knight with Shiny Shovel" and he took care of it for us. :)

I did feel bad when he texted me later (after a little research) to tell me that it was probably just an ordinary black rat snake. I am sure those things are good for killing bugs and rats and mice, but when they show up on your garage front step and you have 3 little ones in tow, they gotta go. I do have second thoughts about killing it every now and again (but I am not losing sleep over it, that's for sure!) If we weren't in such a hurry to get to church, next time I might do some quick research (as long as no one is in imminent danger) and maybe we would just relocate it instead of chopping its head off. But really I am just praying that they get the memo and don't even come near the house any more. That sounds good to me! Another way to look at it, we were just contributing to the food chain / cycle of life! Hopefully he was a yummy snack for the birds around here! :)

Yuck!!!