Friday, July 17, 2009

This week with what little free time we've had between softball games, and basketball camp we've worked on outside projects. A lot of the work has been taken care by Cody's favorite mead of transportation...the tractor. He's repaired our gravel road that takes constant beatings by the rainstorms we've had, and he bush-hogged (I'm so desperately trying to think of another word for this, for the readers who aren't familiar with this term-it's a machine you pull behind the tractor that basically "mows" fields)areas closer to the house, sprucing things up a bit.

One place in particular he tended to was an area right behind our house that I refer to as, the “City of Lost Baseballs”. Gavin would hit the ball long and hard, over our heads into this tall grassy area, and we'd immediately chalk the ball up as a "goner", mostly because I did not want to have to start referring to that area as the “City of Lost Children”. Well, last night with it freshly mowed, I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to look for lost baseballs. I quickly found 3, and stomped around looking for more. About 5-10 minutes after I'd given up my search, the husband, who'd been mowing our yard, moved to the edge of grass right by COLB, and quickly went into hysterics...um I mean moved into hero- mode pushing us all back in one fall swoop, running into the house with lightning speed, and emerging with his weapon of choice (Gavin's .22) stopping the evil culprit in his tracks.

And who was this evil culprit I speak of? Why this guy right here:

Readers meet Mr. Copperhead, guardian of City of Lost Baseballs. I'm not usually afraid of snakes, not that I love them, but they don't bother me, say like those little spawns of satan spiders. Guys, I was physically ill, after this incident, knowing I stomped (yes stomped, the grass was tall, and I was feeling for baseballs with my shoes) in an area where I could have ...should have been Copperhead appetizer!

4 comments:

The Rowden's said...

I so don't do snakes...I think I may have had a stroke! Or at least peed my pants!

Life is Wonderful said...

The PICTURE almost made me pass out....this is enough to keep me away from your house for good...lol!

Oh, and I am totally going to have bad snake dreams tonight!

Sarah said...

Holy crap. These things terrify me. Our cute little puppy got bit by one last week and her whole head swelled up!! It was so sad. I'm so glad none of the kids (or you!) got bit!!

These are the days said...

Oh, my gosh! That's terrible! Is she ok? We had a lab one time that we think got bit, her leg swelled to the point that her skin actually split. Little slithery bastards!