Those 5 dreaded words

"Mom, I lost the snake!"


The plan was to relocate the snake to another biome (or just our neighborhood park) this morning. My son went to check on him and discovered the escape. Once I inspected the holding box and discovered exactly how much vegetation (sticks and grass and leaves) had been added to make the snake feel more comfortable and at home, it became clear how easy his departure was. They even added a shell with a little water in it just in case he got thirsty.

And now he is gone.

And it has somehow taken away my joy in weeding my flowers.

I've been told, "the snake is more afraid of you than you are of it" but that just honestly doesn't make me feel any better.

On another note, if you know me very well, you will know that sometimes my attempts at levity are to distract myself from the craziness of everything going on in life.

Currently, both my Grandma and Grandpa are the in hospital. They are even in the same room. How sweet is that? My Grandma has a pulmonary embolism and my Grandpa just got a pacemaker put in. There is really nothing I can do for them at this point except send flowers and pray. I don't think driving 10 hours and showing up with myself and 4 kids will really be a help to anyone. :) So sometimes it is just easier for me to see the humor in life, trust God for His perfect will, and pray.

Anyways, as always, I would appreciate any prayers for my Grandparents. Or for the imminent departure of the viper from my backyard. Or both.

Thanks!