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YIKES!!!!! Not Your Ususal Monday Morning Before Work
Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way
to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. I locked the door, went back to the truck, petting Big'Ead, who was on the walk way (Big'Ead is our recently adopted recentl;y ex-tom, who still stays outside/in garage until he starts taking his litter box more seriously) got to the truck, and remembered I wanted to take my swim suit to work with me, so I could take a dip in the pool after work. So I headed back to the front door, again stopping to pet Big'Ead, who seemed more interested in something next to the walk way than me petting him. I came back out the front door with my swimsuit, locked the door, and there Big'Ead was, even more interested in something next to the walk way, so I decided, while bending to pat him on the head once more to glance over at what this mysterious thing may be that he was so interested in. And there, inches away from us was a full grown, adult Water Moccasin aka Cotton Mouth Snake, poised and ready to strike. My heart almost stopped I pretty sure. I immediately shoved Big'Ead away, and screamed NO!!! at him, and he came right back, because, well, because he's a cat, and he's a cat with an agenda. I slowly moved away from the snake, that was literally inches away from me, and grabbed 'Ead, and shoved him under the slightly propped open garage door, and shouted NO!!!!! at him again. I knew I couldn't leave for work with that snake and Big'Ead interested in it, couldn't shut the garage door with 'Ead in there, since it's Houston, Texas where I live and the heat would probably kill him. So, I very carefully walked to the front door once more, putting as much room as I had between myself and the snake, who didn't miss a single movement from any direction by anything, and came back out with the squirt bottle. Of course, there 'Ead was again, ready to take a swat at the intruder, and I quickly, from the porch squirted him with water, which didn't even phase him, until about the 10th squirt. 'Ead went to the corner of the house, where he could still watch, but out of reach of the squirt bottle, and I started squirting the snake, trying to make it leave. Didn't work. The snake wasn't going anywhere. So I reluctantly went back inside and came back out with my 9 shot .22 revolver in one hand, the squirt bottle in the other. I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake, who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon |
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 16:16:19 GMT, bonbon yodeled:
Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. YIKES indeed! I hope Big'Ead knows he's so well looked-after. Too bad about the snake, I'd feel bad about it too, but you did the right thing. Pardon me, though, for giggling at the mental picture of you with the gun in one hand, and the squirt bottle in the other. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 16:16:19 GMT, bonbon yodeled:
Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. YIKES indeed! I hope Big'Ead knows he's so well looked-after. Too bad about the snake, I'd feel bad about it too, but you did the right thing. Pardon me, though, for giggling at the mental picture of you with the gun in one hand, and the squirt bottle in the other. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 16:16:19 GMT, bonbon yodeled:
Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. YIKES indeed! I hope Big'Ead knows he's so well looked-after. Too bad about the snake, I'd feel bad about it too, but you did the right thing. Pardon me, though, for giggling at the mental picture of you with the gun in one hand, and the squirt bottle in the other. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake,
who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon Yeah, you did the right thing. I know what you mean though, I hate to have to kill any living creature. Very lucky that B'Ead didn't get bitten. Or you. Also very scary that the snake ended up at your house....I naively thought they stayed around water. DH's sister was trudging through a pile of leaves couple weeks ago and stepped on a copperhead, which was the same color of the leaves, she didn't see it. She recovered okay, but was awfully sick for a while. Poisonous snakes are nothing to take chances with. Sherry Sherry |
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I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake,
who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon Yeah, you did the right thing. I know what you mean though, I hate to have to kill any living creature. Very lucky that B'Ead didn't get bitten. Or you. Also very scary that the snake ended up at your house....I naively thought they stayed around water. DH's sister was trudging through a pile of leaves couple weeks ago and stepped on a copperhead, which was the same color of the leaves, she didn't see it. She recovered okay, but was awfully sick for a while. Poisonous snakes are nothing to take chances with. Sherry Sherry |
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I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake,
who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon Yeah, you did the right thing. I know what you mean though, I hate to have to kill any living creature. Very lucky that B'Ead didn't get bitten. Or you. Also very scary that the snake ended up at your house....I naively thought they stayed around water. DH's sister was trudging through a pile of leaves couple weeks ago and stepped on a copperhead, which was the same color of the leaves, she didn't see it. She recovered okay, but was awfully sick for a while. Poisonous snakes are nothing to take chances with. Sherry Sherry |
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You did the only thing you could do, and the fact that you feel bad
about it shows that you are a good person. -- Joy "You can never do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late." - Ralph Waldo Emerson "bonbon" wrote in message ... Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. I locked the door, went back to the truck, petting Big'Ead, who was on the walk way (Big'Ead is our recently adopted recentl;y ex-tom, who still stays outside/in garage until he starts taking his litter box more seriously) got to the truck, and remembered I wanted to take my swim suit to work with me, so I could take a dip in the pool after work. So I headed back to the front door, again stopping to pet Big'Ead, who seemed more interested in something next to the walk way than me petting him. I came back out the front door with my swimsuit, locked the door, and there Big'Ead was, even more interested in something next to the walk way, so I decided, while bending to pat him on the head once more to glance over at what this mysterious thing may be that he was so interested in. And there, inches away from us was a full grown, adult Water Moccasin aka Cotton Mouth Snake, poised and ready to strike. My heart almost stopped I pretty sure. I immediately shoved Big'Ead away, and screamed NO!!! at him, and he came right back, because, well, because he's a cat, and he's a cat with an agenda. I slowly moved away from the snake, that was literally inches away from me, and grabbed 'Ead, and shoved him under the slightly propped open garage door, and shouted NO!!!!! at him again. I knew I couldn't leave for work with that snake and Big'Ead interested in it, couldn't shut the garage door with 'Ead in there, since it's Houston, Texas where I live and the heat would probably kill him. So, I very carefully walked to the front door once more, putting as much room as I had between myself and the snake, who didn't miss a single movement from any direction by anything, and came back out with the squirt bottle. Of course, there 'Ead was again, ready to take a swat at the intruder, and I quickly, from the porch squirted him with water, which didn't even phase him, until about the 10th squirt. 'Ead went to the corner of the house, where he could still watch, but out of reach of the squirt bottle, and I started squirting the snake, trying to make it leave. Didn't work. The snake wasn't going anywhere. So I reluctantly went back inside and came back out with my 9 shot .22 revolver in one hand, the squirt bottle in the other. I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake, who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon |
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You did the only thing you could do, and the fact that you feel bad
about it shows that you are a good person. -- Joy "You can never do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late." - Ralph Waldo Emerson "bonbon" wrote in message ... Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. I locked the door, went back to the truck, petting Big'Ead, who was on the walk way (Big'Ead is our recently adopted recentl;y ex-tom, who still stays outside/in garage until he starts taking his litter box more seriously) got to the truck, and remembered I wanted to take my swim suit to work with me, so I could take a dip in the pool after work. So I headed back to the front door, again stopping to pet Big'Ead, who seemed more interested in something next to the walk way than me petting him. I came back out the front door with my swimsuit, locked the door, and there Big'Ead was, even more interested in something next to the walk way, so I decided, while bending to pat him on the head once more to glance over at what this mysterious thing may be that he was so interested in. And there, inches away from us was a full grown, adult Water Moccasin aka Cotton Mouth Snake, poised and ready to strike. My heart almost stopped I pretty sure. I immediately shoved Big'Ead away, and screamed NO!!! at him, and he came right back, because, well, because he's a cat, and he's a cat with an agenda. I slowly moved away from the snake, that was literally inches away from me, and grabbed 'Ead, and shoved him under the slightly propped open garage door, and shouted NO!!!!! at him again. I knew I couldn't leave for work with that snake and Big'Ead interested in it, couldn't shut the garage door with 'Ead in there, since it's Houston, Texas where I live and the heat would probably kill him. So, I very carefully walked to the front door once more, putting as much room as I had between myself and the snake, who didn't miss a single movement from any direction by anything, and came back out with the squirt bottle. Of course, there 'Ead was again, ready to take a swat at the intruder, and I quickly, from the porch squirted him with water, which didn't even phase him, until about the 10th squirt. 'Ead went to the corner of the house, where he could still watch, but out of reach of the squirt bottle, and I started squirting the snake, trying to make it leave. Didn't work. The snake wasn't going anywhere. So I reluctantly went back inside and came back out with my 9 shot .22 revolver in one hand, the squirt bottle in the other. I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake, who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon |
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You did the only thing you could do, and the fact that you feel bad
about it shows that you are a good person. -- Joy "You can never do a kindness too soon because you never know how soon it will be too late." - Ralph Waldo Emerson "bonbon" wrote in message ... Monday morning, I walked out the front door, down the short walk way to the driveway to get my keys out of the ignition of the truck, and go back to lock the front door. I locked the door, went back to the truck, petting Big'Ead, who was on the walk way (Big'Ead is our recently adopted recentl;y ex-tom, who still stays outside/in garage until he starts taking his litter box more seriously) got to the truck, and remembered I wanted to take my swim suit to work with me, so I could take a dip in the pool after work. So I headed back to the front door, again stopping to pet Big'Ead, who seemed more interested in something next to the walk way than me petting him. I came back out the front door with my swimsuit, locked the door, and there Big'Ead was, even more interested in something next to the walk way, so I decided, while bending to pat him on the head once more to glance over at what this mysterious thing may be that he was so interested in. And there, inches away from us was a full grown, adult Water Moccasin aka Cotton Mouth Snake, poised and ready to strike. My heart almost stopped I pretty sure. I immediately shoved Big'Ead away, and screamed NO!!! at him, and he came right back, because, well, because he's a cat, and he's a cat with an agenda. I slowly moved away from the snake, that was literally inches away from me, and grabbed 'Ead, and shoved him under the slightly propped open garage door, and shouted NO!!!!! at him again. I knew I couldn't leave for work with that snake and Big'Ead interested in it, couldn't shut the garage door with 'Ead in there, since it's Houston, Texas where I live and the heat would probably kill him. So, I very carefully walked to the front door once more, putting as much room as I had between myself and the snake, who didn't miss a single movement from any direction by anything, and came back out with the squirt bottle. Of course, there 'Ead was again, ready to take a swat at the intruder, and I quickly, from the porch squirted him with water, which didn't even phase him, until about the 10th squirt. 'Ead went to the corner of the house, where he could still watch, but out of reach of the squirt bottle, and I started squirting the snake, trying to make it leave. Didn't work. The snake wasn't going anywhere. So I reluctantly went back inside and came back out with my 9 shot .22 revolver in one hand, the squirt bottle in the other. I again, for about what? the 6th time or so, walked past the snake, who was getting more ****ed by the minute, because I wasn't even going to shoot towards the neighbors house, even possibly hitting 'Ead if he came around the corner of the house, So, with my left hand, I squirted at Big'Ead, to keep him over by the garage door, and with the pistol in my right, reluctantly, and nervously shot the snake. (I've never shot a critter in my life, nor would I normally) The first shot found it's target, but it didn't instantly kill the snake, so I shot it again. Then had a neighbor come over and put it into the bed of the truck. I feel just terrible about all of this. It's certainly not the snakes fault that it was born a venomous snake, but I could NOT go to work, leaving Big'Ead there interested in it. I hope I did the right thing, because I sure feel crappy.( -bonbon |
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