another sssstory...

sssssoooo, it happened again.

{this was last year}


I'm finding with more years of being a ranch wife under my belt, I'm getting more and more brave about unwelcome visitors to our house.

When Spencer and I were first married, I went downstairs one morning to spot a mouse scurrying across the floor.  I went upstairs, shut the door, and promptly called my sweet husband.  I guess I was thinking he'd rush home from the hay field to launch an all out attack of this mouse, but he didn't seem to worried about it.  "Stick a cat down there or something."  I think I probably dry heaved every time I went downstairs that summer.

When my mom and sister were visiting, I noticed Charcoal perched right by our stove.  Without even thinking about it, I pulled the stove back, and we all checked out the little mouse who was hiding out behind there.  After about a half hour of the cats pretending to get rid of their new mouse friend, I swatted him with a broom and hauled him out behind our house, along with the 15 or so mice I've found in our house this summer.

Back to the snake.

I'm a little {way} more scared of snakes.  Last year we had rattle snakes around our yard, and they just freak me out.  This poor baby snake didn't stand a chance against our 3 cats, but that's okay with me.  I'm not sure I'll get so comfortable about snakes hanging around. :)