Well, this morning, one of the baby snakes met 'the shovel'. I tried to get Noah inside but he wanted to know what his Daddy was doing. I didn't want him to see what was going on but he was dying to know what was happening. I couldn't keep him away. He said to Ivan, "Why do you kill baby animals DAD?" Oy. I was ushering him away, trying to get him to look at the spider or the bird on the roof or get him inside, he wouldn't go for any of it. SO, I had NO CHOICE but to fib and tell him that Daddy was protecting our family (well he might have been if the snake was poisonous...) and that the snake might have grown up to bite us all. That made Noah feel better. Suddenly he was looking at his Dad like, "hey your cool".
Then my Dad came over to help Ivan move a few things around in the house and he got involved in the snake thing and ultimately chopped him in half with that SHOVEL and they threw the dead snake in the lake. I'm sayin, all this over a snake. We thought it was a water snake, then we thought it was a garter snake and now we have determined (becauase Ivan took pictures and compared it to an online site) that it is truly a ribbon snake. They feed on frogs and salamanders. Not humans. Yep. But I told Noah they eat humans. Yes I did. I told him it would eat a human bit by bit, little by little. He was looking at me with big eyes. I mean BIG. Wanna know why I told him that? I told him that so he wouldn't think he Dad and Grandpa were Barbarians. We are all warped, yes we are.
Poor dead snake....
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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