Kendall's Animal Kingdom

So I've heard that during deployments, crazy things happen. I thought my problem was going to be our temperamental garage door, but I was wrong....at least for now. This morning, we were in the basement and I opened the door and saw one of the baby birds from the nest under our deck on the ground. I tried to stand on a chair to put him in his nest, but I couldn't reach. I wasn't in the ladder hauling mood, so I hung off our staircase and put him back. A few hours later, I peeked into the nest to check on them, only to find a black snake curled up the side of the chair waiting for lunchtime. @%#^!!!! This is NOT funny, snakes are NOT my friends. Snakes are often not where they are supposed to be when it comes to my life. Refer back to about Feb of 2008 for instance....Bahamas trip, snake in the house....

Anyway, I called my kick ass neighbor and wonderful friend...Turns out she and I share the same sentiments on snakes. So we headed down the street to the construction sight, with our chests protruding a tad and found a very nice worker to help us. He asked if we wanted it killed our just shooed away....well, duh!!! He brought a shovel. And gloves. Chasity went all the way back to her deck and I refused to go into the fenced in yard. I shrieked each time he whacked the snake, just hoping that it wouldn't slither away. I forgot that snakes continue to move without their heads. But I remembered that they don't spontaneously regenerate them either. Thank goodness!

Upon inspection of the dead, still moving snake, I saw a little birdie had made it's way down to the patio. I placed it back in the nest, and got the heck out of there!!

The man gave me his business card. John, I might let him do some painting.

Dead snake, with head about decapitated.

Operation Rescue

Home, sweet home!