snakes ALIVE

You know how in the movie Toy Story, Woody says "There's a snake in my boot!"  -  I've heard that saying over and over in my head relativity often the past few weeks, only in my head it says "There's a snake in my house" and it's not at all funny.  Its maddening, frustrating and... and just plain creepy. I HATE snakes, they are what my nightmares are made off.

Mice, on the other hand, I can live with for a few days until they start making a mess of my food storage, I think they are kind-a cute.  Don't get me wrong, I don't like mice, but if I had to make a choice it would be on their side, because snakes, no snakes don't EVER belong in my house, not even for a visit.  I hate them outside, but I understand we live in the country surrounded by fields, its understandable they might occasionally be in my yard, but in my house there is no excuse.  But they don't seem to be understanding and keep coming in.

1.  The first snake was found in the mud/laundry room downstairs after the door had been left open often that day as we were cleaning out the garage.  He was killed before I saw him, thankfully.

2.  I just came home from a church meeting and walked down the hallway toward my bedroom and then turned around for a double take when something seemed out of place.  It was a snake, upstairs, coiled through the cold air return in the hallway.  I screamed, I cried, I was mortified.  I felt like my home had been invaded by the devil himself.  Hyrum tried to kill it but it escaped into the safety of wall. I packed my kids up and we went to church very early that Sunday.

3.  Two days later, I spied with my little eye, a another snake (or maybe it was the same one?) coming up the stairs from the basement.  Who could of thought they could climb stairs?  I called Jotham and told him in no uncertain words he'd better get home and take care of it.  He was home in 10 minutes and did the deadly deed.  He'd left an important meeting with the CEO for a "family emergency." Ahh, finally I thought, and we saw no more snakes for 3 weeks, but then...

4.  Yesterday, Hollie finds one in the doorway on the way to the Laundry room.  I had a wonderful and now very beloved friend over, who out of pure kindness to me, killed and disposed of the nasty beast.

5. And that evening, while doing laundry, the most recent piece of  my madness was discovered dead and stuck to a glue trap behind one of the baskets.

After every incident, we search the house looking for a way in.  We sealed off the sump pump thinking that was how they were entering, checked the weather striping around all the doors, screens and locks on the windows.   We think we've solved the problem and then BAM, Satan sneaks in again.  I hate it, I hate it, I really, really hate it.  I think I'm ready to move, I can't live like this. And then in agony, I realize who in their right mind is going to buy a snake infested house. I'm stuck and now that I've shared my nightmare I won't have any visitors either.   I've never had such strong feelings of hatred before in my life.

Whew, its off my chest...I am done...that is all...maybe they'll go into hibernation soon...but, please feel free to pray for me.

PS Out of kindness, I have chosen not to post pictures.  You can thank me later for not creeping you out anymore than I already have.  Bleugh!