This might be a little squeamish for some of you so I apologize right up front before I tell you my story. This isn't a hero story you often hear of someone rescuing people from a burning building, it's about how my son was a hero for me. It was Friday afternoon and I was watching a movie on t.v. Something I rarely do, if I watch t.v. it's
HGTV that I have on. During a commercial break I decided to get a glass of tea. When entering the dining room just off the kitchen I noticed the screen on the sliding door was open about 6 inches and baby kitten was inside playing with Bear under my table. Since I'm trying to teach him to be an outside kitty, I picked him up and walked down the two steps to my patio. This is where it might start to get a little squeamish, I was knelt down talking to the kitty, assuring him that he will love being outside, when out of the corner of my eye (now remember, I have stepped down two steps, and I'm kneeling) I SEE it. Stretched out, long, silently laying there. A SNAKE!!! I should tell you about now that I am DEATHLY afraid of snakes!!! I still don't know how I did it, but in one swift move I jumped straight up, clearing both steps and backwards!!! through the open sliding door! Screaming, I ran to my son Tyler's room, poor kid couldn't understand a word that I was saying and was I'm sure, at that point, wondering if his mother had lost her mind!! I did manage to get the word snake out and
kill it!Being a wonderful son who could see his mother was a
little stressed, he said he would take care of it. At this time, I am on top of my dining room table, no joke, dancing around, and he is on our patio with a shovel and that darned snake is striking at him. He's thinking that he will just shoo it off and I'm crying and screaming for him to kill it. (To everyone who loves animals, I'm sorry) but my fear of the slithery is so deep that I have to know it's dead before I will get off the table or ever venture into my backyard again. After Ty takes care of the snake and is disposing of it, off our property, I'm now thinking that it probably had a
buddy who is
now in my house!! Again, being the good son that he is, he humors me and searches the whole house, looking under anything a snake could get under! Once he sees that I am calming down, he said, "mom, you
do know that snakes don't travel in packs and that was the only snake and he's gone" I agreed and very cautiously, searching the floor to make sure it was safe, got down from my table.
My son Tyler, was my hero and saved his momma from living on top of the dining room table :)
Until Later,
~Toni~
