I walked down through the woods to the lake, sat on a log to enjoy the late afternoon breeze when I heard rustling in the brush near my feet. I looked over and saw a huge snake (yes, I know “huge” is a relative term, regardless, it WAS a snake) chasing something up a tree.
I blinked and found myself 300 yards away through the woods and back at my camper.
Beam me up, Scottie.
Working at my desk I heard Tinkerbelle the cat meowing … and meowing & meowing. She was two rooms away batting something on the floor. Since my cataract surgeries earlier this month I am able to see two rooms away but could not quite see what she was pawing. Something dark & skinny wriggling on the floor. A worm? OMG, a snake. A little baby snake but a snake nonetheless. What’s that sound? Me screaming, “EEK” and jumping up & down. OK, OK, OK get the broom. Running around in circles, where’s the flipping broom? Oh yeah, it’s out in the camper. I yelled for Tinkerbelle to watch the snake, don’t let it move & ran for something with a long handle & found a sponge mop. I tried to push the snake out the back sliding door but only managed to flip it onto the sea grass carpet – Tink and I both jumped back & I stopped screaming long enough to consider what to do. Pushing it with the mop on the knobby sea grass would probably smoosh it into the carpet so, shivering, I ran for the vacuum. I flipped it on & held it over the squirming little body which disappeared. Not knowing if the snake would drop out when the suction stopped, still running, I threw the vacuum out the lanai sliding door (thank goodness it didn’t slide into the pool!), pulled the vacuum plug, threw that outside & slammed the door shut. Tinkerbelle was sniffing the carpet and under the couch looking for a nest of vipers I guess. Meanwhile the phone was ringing & I heard my neighbor, Annie, leaving a message, “Jodi, are you OK? I heard you screaming, let me know if you need me.” I grabbed the phone before she hung up & told her about the snake. She asked if I needed her to come over. I was a little embarrassed. She’s 89 years old and pretty feisty but I told her I didn’t need her. I need a mongoose.