Once we got moved over to the other table I told her, "ok, now look up." BIG OL SNAKE!
She took the kids inside and I sat outside and babysat that sucker until a pest control company could get here to capture my unwanted friend. I couldn't seem to find anyone that did shake removal. I called my mom and asked her who to call. She tried to talk me into taking care of it myself, but there was NO WAY! This guy was big and this guy was over my head. She still tried to talk me into it, with no LUCK. She then just laughed (and I'm sure shook her head) and we got off the phone. I finally found someone and they got him and hauled him off in a container. I could really do without those kind of lunch time visitors in the future.
When mom called my dad and told her the story, he laughed at first and then told my mom, "I don't know if this is funny or if I'm ashamed." I just couldn't do it. I HATE SNAKES!!!
Hard to see, but here's the photographs that were captured…..
There's the spectators, safe and sound on the inside…..
Wait, wait, wait.....I see the picture of me safe and sound but why oh why is there not the lovely picture of you on the phone with your shovel in hand?!?!?! I am quite disappointed :)
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