This afternoon I was crashed on the couch, Emery was napping in his room, Jeremy was snoozing in our bedroom, and Savannah had just gotten up from a quick nap of her own. She wanted a snack. Me, not wanting to move out from under the warmth of my favorite quilt, instructed her to grab a yogurt out of the fridge. I was watching Paula Dean make some fabulous looking Chicken Fried Steak and hoping beyond all hope that she would explain to me why in the world they call round steak chicken AND steak, as it is obviously NOT chicken!
And then I heard our door chimes ring.
They only ding, ding, ding when someone opens the door. “Savannah?”, I questioned. “Is that you? What are you doing?”
“Mommy, I’m taking out the trash,” she said, and proceeded to tie it up and take it out to the garage.
I thought, “that’s awesome” and then my mind wandered back to the nasty snake that dissapeared in there yesterday. Hopefully he’s not still around.
A few seconds later she came back with the trash bag in hand and calmly said, “Well, I can’t take the trash out. The snake is back.”
Impressed with her demeanor, I had to see the snake for myself. How could she be so calm? I would be freaking out! So I cracked open the door (snakes can lunge at you, ya know) and peeked out. Nothing. I walked onto the top step, and then I saw him. Or rather…half of him. And now I have a new hero in my life:
Lucy the Snake Eating Wonder Cat. I love you more than you’ll ever know.
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