We have lizards and a cat right now. We've had fish, hamsters, dogs, and various other animals. But, I draw the line at snakes. And birds.
But, boys will be boys and part of being a boy is playing with snakes? So, he's allowed to bring them home, put them in some sort of container and then release them the next day or so. All this takes place OUTSIDE.
The other night, my husband went to a friend's house and found a
Jayce was super excited and would have been perfectly content sticking to our regularly scheduled "snake habitation" plan. But, being the ever thoughtful father, Judd thought we should put it in the empty aquarium in the garage. Just for a day. Or two.
Can you see where this is going?
The next morning, I hear Jayce get up and go out to the garage. I also hear him say "Daaadddd. The snake is gone".
I, being the ever patient and understanding mother, say "What the heck!! What do you mean the snake is GONE!! JUDD!!!"
Judd goes out and sure enough, the snake is gone. This is the following conversation: (it was not nearly as calm as it will appear here)
Me: Find that snake!!
Judd: It probably went out under the garage door.
Judd: It was only a little garter snake.
Me: I don't care what kind it was, any snake that hides in the garage is a bad snake.
Judd: Like I said, he probably went out of the garage.
Me: What makes you think he's not in the house?
Judd: There's nothing he wants in the house.
Me: How does he KNOW until he gets in the HOUSE!!!?
That night, I made my husband go out and look for the snake again. Made him look under the laundry piled up on the floor, in the washer. Basically, anywhere I'd have to be in the garage.
I was nervous all night. I couldn't sleep with my arm or leg hanging out over the bed, in fear of the vicious snake. Because we all know how snakes can leap up off the ground and bite your whole leg off.
We have not seen any sign of the snake. But, as I'm catching up on laundry, I am ever fearful that he will be hiding under a pair of dirty socks. Or in my jeans pocket.
But, a snake hiding in the garage is as good excuse as any to NOT do laundry, I say!
Not that I've ever need an excuse before but.... this time it's valid.