The thing you hope never happens, happened. My husband brought home a snake. Of course he saw it while driving, and did he just keep on driving? No. He pulled over and picked it up. and put it in a bag. and brought it home.
Snakes seriously freak me out. A Lot. They are just freaky and gross. I know this one was just a little baby but to me a snake is a snake no matter how big. So I refused to touch the thing and then Clay called me a wimp for 2 hours while I yelled at him to get it out of my face!
In conclusion: I never touched it and Clay still tells me every so often that he misses his "friend." AKA: freaky snake.
2 comments:
You can't blame him too much Wendy. This was bound to happen seeing as my dad brought them home to us to keep as pets on numerous occasions. We even had an aquarium we kept them in RIGHT NEXT to our dinner table. It's funny now looking back because I never knew it was weird. I am fully aware now that....it was. haha Miss you guys :)
Haha, too funny! I have never been around snakes. Clay told me that he always had them as pets, and of course he begged me to keep this one as a pet. That was a negative.
anyway, we Miss you too! We need to go up and visit again soon.
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