Last night after nine o’clock, our doorbell rang and someone started pounding on the door. Ever the chicken, I went to get Tim, who had just got in from the golf course, and was about to jump in the shower. It was our neighbor’s son. He was breathless and blurted out to Tim as soon as he opened the door “We’ve got a snake in our house, can you come help us?”
“INSIDE YOUR HOUSE?” I said. Yes, and he looked slightly terrified. “How did it get inside your house”. We don’t know, he said. Tim left with a hoe and came back a few minutes later. I heard the gate open and Beau barked like the wonderful security system that he is. I assumed Tim was going to dump the snake in the ditch out behind our house, but… NO. When he came inside, I asked if he had killed it. “No, it was a king snake, that’s a good snake so I just moved him out behind our fence” he replied.
“How did it get inside their house? And why would it come inside”, I repeatedly asked Tim. “I don’t know, I guess it wanted to lay on the cool floors.” Oh. My. Gosh.
I am going to be SOOO careful about not leaving my doors open. I often go out on the deck to water my herbs and leave the door partially open so Beau can go in and out. Not for a while. Although Tim keeps reminding me, you have Beau, he’s the best security system in the world. No snake would try to come in the house with him inside. Once again, I’m so grateful for my wonderful Beau baby!