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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Kiss Me.

Sixpence None The Richer was playing in my mind. The sunset was a gorgeous purple and orange and I felt like I could have played the starring role in the music video.
"Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me...."

Steve, the kids, and I were just coming inside from a wonderful evening on the patio.
I was giggly from a delicious glass of red wine, and so happy to have had a quiet evening under the twinkle lights and good family smiles.
As the kids prepared for bed, I called to Steve to enjoy the sunset with me, and ask for a little lip locking action.
In the middle of said lip action I called him out on his lack luster performance to which he exclaimed how distracted he was with our cat, Kit Kat's antics. 
Really Hottie McHotpants?
The cat distracts you?
I must really be losing my touch.
No.
But really.
Kit Kat was kinda crazy out in the yard jumping around and pawing at the dirt.

SNAKE.

True mountain folk know just where the flashlight and the shovel are located. 
We aren't vetted quite yet. 
10 minutes later we decide to descend on said snake (and by "we" I mean "steve" while I held the flashlight).

The precursory himming-and-hawing over rattlesnake vs gopher snake and the small size put us in a conundrum. A little more conversation led us to play the "rather safe than sorry" card and the shovel and the snakes head became the proverbial cracker to cream cheese with jalepeno jelly scenerio. If that analogy makes no sense to you, then I feel sorry for you. Crackers, cream cheese and jalapeƱo jelly become a destructive event in our house. True story.
I digress.
Anyways.
Snake+shovel=dead snake
Thanks Hottie.

And can we talk for a second about the after shocks? The moving around after they are dead effect? So gross.
Who else gets a visceral reaction to this?! Yuck.
After further inspection we decided it was a gopher snake, which is a total bummer...but also glad to have played the safe card. It's so hard to tell when they are little!

Zach even helped steve by holding the bag open for him to dump it into.
So much braver than his mother will ever be!

Now, if you will excuse me...I have some unfinished business to attend to.