The other days story of the snakes brought one of my 'happenings' back to mind. Some years ago I was taking a shower and was also expecting a semi-important phone call. As luck would have it just about the time I was good and wet the phone rang. Now, no one is home but me, so I charge out of the shower,grab a towel, and run into the computer room and grab the phone. It was not the call I was expecting so I ask the lady if I could call her back later. I turned and there, coming up from the basement was my little cat, Elsie, carrying a very po'ed black snake. How it got in the basement is not my concern. I now have a grumpy snake, a playful cat and I am dripping all over the floor. I drop the towel, Elsie lets go of the snake so I scoot her onto the basement stairs and close the door. Now I have only a grumpy black snake about three feet long, that doesn't want to cooperate and hold still while I corral it. Did I mention I was now nude and dripping wet? I grab a plastic bag from the kitchen and a broom and finally hold down mister snake long enough to grab it and stuff it in the bag. I however am still nude but dripping less, but I have a track of water all through the house by this time. Now I dry off, though not nearly as well as I normally would, stuff myself into my Wranglers, stick my semi-wet feet into my new balance and haul the snakebag out to the back yard garden and turn it loose. Now I have to go in the house and mop everything I have dripped on, let the cat out of the basement, then finish my shower. The call I was waiting for never occurred that day.
