"Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner."...... I hope you'll stick around for my "Lucille Ball/Gracie Allen" adventures. It promises to be a wild ride.
No, folks, they
don’t. If you are under the mistaken – and let me repeat that again – MISTAKEN – assumption that
mothballs deter snakes, I am here to tell you that they do not! Repeat – DO NOT!
up one of the dog’s blankets and finding a coiled up snake, I was told by many
to scatter mothballs around my Garden House and the dogs kennel to deter
snakes. So, out I ran as fast as I could to purchase a box of mothballs. As soon
as I got home, I scattered a number of them – ok, a gazillion – of the
mothballs under and around my Garden House, which also serves as the dog
kennel. For good measure (loads of good measure), I scattered more than my fair
share inside of my Garden House as well. I will just mention here, that at this
point, it is not a good thing to walk inside of my Garden House.
Before it was painted to match house.
Well, all was
fine and dandy for about three weeks and then today Hubby found a snake in the
kennel! This is what transpired.
I was listening
for the dogs to bark to let me know the mail-lady was at the front gate because
I was expecting a package. Instead, what happened was my phone (which of course
was on the charger in my office closet) rang and I was in my clothes closet and heard
it somewhere near its last ring. By the time I got to the phone, it had stopped
singing. I saw that Hubby had called so I called him back. No answer. Meanwhile,
at the same time (and unbeknownst to me) Hubby had come home and was in back of
the house trying to get the dogs in the kennel so he could let poor Mr. Nick
(whose is mostly blind and can’t hear) out of his truck while he hooked up his
trailer (taking a breath here). The dogs heard the mail lady blow her horn and took off just as he
almost had them to the kennel where he then saw the snake. He had the dogs
running off, me not answering the phone, the snake in the kennel, Mr. Nick
in the truck, and the mail lady at the gate blowing the horn.
My Garden House/Kennel
Just the sort
of dilemma he doesn’t like. By then I heard the dogs barking and was going out
the front door when I saw Hubby running down the long driveway to the gate. At this
point, I am still oblivious (my usual state of being) to what is happening.
As Hubby is walking
back up the drive he starts telling me all of the above and of course, I have
all of my questions (the sequence of events) which to him are not that
important. When did you see the snake? Is it dead? Is it alive? Were the dogs
in the kennel? Did you kill it? How did you see it? There are thousands of mothballs, why is there a snake in the kennel? Yes, the ramblings of a
freaking out me!
Eventually, I did
get all of my ridiculous questions answered, but not before having to follow
him to the kennel where he proceeded to get the shovel to kill the snake.
Don’t worry. I was
wondering the same thing – was the snake just sitting quietly all this time
waiting for Hubby to kill it? Turns out, in the course of answering some of my
barrage of questions, Hubby (who fortunately had his white shrimp boots on) had
stomped it enough that it was well stunned and paralysed from the attack. So,
yes, I guess it was just sort of waiting for Hubby to return to finish it off.
killing the snake and picking it (up) and a bird that the dogs had managed to
catch and that was now deceased as well, and disposing of them, I kennelled the
dogs and Hubby let poor Mr. Nick out of the truck – who had no clue what all
the commotion was about. Then, Hubby had to explain the entire fiasco to Mr.
typical day on the farm with “Lucy”; although sometimes, it's more like an episode of Green Acres.