I swore that I wouldn't drink another drop of liquor for the rest of my life after being saturated with it the entire time that I was on the east coast last weekend. (Wine tasting! Coffee with Baileys! Beer Pong! No, seriously, BEER PONG!!) But! When I swore off liquor, I hadn't considered the possibility of the words "MOM! There's a snake in our backyard!!" being uttered from my children's mouth just two days after my return home.
That'll make a girl pop open the $2.99 bottle of Wild Vines she's been saving for that special night when her husband wants sex and she's like "I AM TOO TIIIIIIRED." And he's all "have a glass of wine and just lay there." And she's all "Dude, that sounds so awesome. Give me a few minutes to chug some of this shit down and get naked!"
My old neighborhood was not the kind of place I was proud to live. People stabbing each other, people having sex in my front yard, drug deals, restraining orders, rat infested neighbors, tweekers and so on and so forth, but at least I never had to worry about snakes slithering about in my backyard, or fearing for my life when I went to take the garbage out because OH MY GOD RACCOONS! AND COYOTES! AND MOUNTAIN LIONS!
I don't know if this bottle of wine is enough to calm my nerves right now because Dudes. A snake. In my backyard.
UPDATE!!
After consulting Google, PigHunter is 100% convinced that the snake we found in our backyard is a harmless Garter snake.
And so a cage was built (without my permission) and a new pet was welcomed by everyone (except me) into our family.
Meet Sneaky The Snake.
For "The Record," I'm SO not ok with this and if I have this crazy feeling that Sneaky just might "accidentally" escape from his cage while the boys are at school.
P.S. DEAR INTERNET,
WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO KEEP THE SNAKE. WE WILL SET HIM FREE TONIGHT! So! You can stop worrying about the snake now! Apparently, PigHunter just wanted the boys to experience the snake up close and personal for a bit, but tonight, we shall set him free!









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I would freak the f*ck out if I saw a snake in my backyard.
Last summer I saw, what appeared to be, the world's largest opossum in our backyard and I've yet to go outside after dark ever since.
Chug. Chug. Chug.
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