We just returned from an evening spent frightening the youth of our church (no, not a
hell house, just a scavenger hunt with us hiding and jumping out at opportune moments) when P noticed something slightly amiss in our entry.
Namely, there was a snake present.
Granted, it was a garter snake and it was trapped while trying to enter the space under the door jam and was thus quite helpless, but it was a little bit disconcerting.
The snake was clearly alive and wedged in and totally stuck. A brief but fairly animated discussion took place as to whether - should be allowed to see/eat the live snake. C held the pro-natural-order-of-things position, and P the anti-bloody-stub-of-a-snake-by-our-back-door position.
In the end P went to get a screwdriver to provide un-wedging support for the snake and C rounded up -. The screwdriver was used, but the snake could not be backed up and eventually slithered under the door jam. Meanwhile, once the snake slithered away, - became very interested in attacking the screwdriver, and quickly forgot about the snake.
End result, we know we do not sleep with a homicidal kitten at our feet, but we're left wondering that since the snake was trapped while trying to leave our home, where and how did it enter? And, perhaps most importantly, do snakes climb stairs?
The dilemma: Allow Dash to continue playing with the trophy she discovered in the basement, a small toad, or save the poor things soul. C rationalized that releasing the damaged toad out into the cold wouldn't save it's life anyway. So, we allowed Dash to play with, and then eat her bed lunch.
