Ok, so when we arrived, we were informed there was a rat living under the washing machine in the laundry room. The room is attached to the house, via a separate door. We tried traps and poison, and never saw the rat. On the second to last day of our vacation, all hell broke loose. John offered to clean out the rat's nest, sticking his bare hand up and under the washer. He pulled out remnants of our mop, amongst other items. He started at the sound of a squeak, squeak, yet proceeded to pull more out. This included six baby rats. AHHHHHH! My mother was beside herself!! The rats were taken far, far, away. However, Mr. Snake was likely looking for them. Unfortunately, he was separated from them, by the wall of the house next to the laundry room. After all the commotion, it appears that he left mom's closet in search of rat niblets. Even more unfortunate, mom stumbled upon him as she was walking into her room. A few choice words later, John and Tina saved the day (with my excellent photography skills recording the moment) by ushering Mr. Snake out of our HOME and into a cooler. We deposited the snake in the woods. At this point, mom was ready to be back in cold Kentucky!! The snakes are non-poisonous, they are constrictors, but that doesn't mean I wasn't freaked out. I have had snake dreams since the event. Oh, and to top it off, when I came home, I was startled by a mouse eating the cat's food in the pantry. Choice words...came down to STUPID CATS!!
2 comments:
YUCK! I HATE snakes too, that is a pretty big one too! Good thing John was along to take care of things, I guess guys do come in handy every once in a while :)
AHHHHHHHHHH that's awful!! Aaron and I feel bad for you guys, snakes and baby rats, ick! Not too bad though, you were still on Harbour Island...
Love you, Katherine
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