The other day after I returned home from a homeschool meeting the kids assaulted me with stories of their evening adventure outside. I couldn’t quite understand everyone. Timmy’s voice rose above the others (including two friends).

“Mom, guess who’s the first person in this family to ever catch a snake?”

I looked at him a little perplexed. “Who?”

“Grace!” He giggled.

So, the story goes…Grace found a “worm” in a neighbors backyard and came out with it, holding it by the tail. She was swinging it around, hitting one friend with it as the blood from the “worm’s” mouth flung every where. Then my husband realizes it’s a dead gardener snake. I didn’t even know they had those here in the suburbs.

Guess what my initial reaction was…I wish I had a camera so I could post it on my blog.

Tonight the boys come running to me asking if they could watch a neighbor shoot a black widow spider with a bee bee gun. Of course I said, “no” being the paranoid city girl that I am. Remember the tick incident. Well, I preceded to look up Black Widow Spider on line and Chris assured me that’s what was in our neighbor’s back yard.

Snakes, Black widow spiders…I think it may be time to move.

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