Here’s the story:
Around 4:15 Monday afternoon, as we were waiting for Hannah to finish getting ready to go to choir (by 4:30 — we were pushing it!), I sat down to check my Facebook page.
Abbey started screaming from the kitchen. Normally, her screaming doesn’t phase me: she rarely speaks at a low volume and she is regularly frustrated with her older brother, Noah. But this shriek was a little different in that it I could sense a twinge of fear in her voice. However, I kept my seat because I recalled Noah, hoping to scare someone, had been placing his silly putty in the shape of a snake in different places.
So I asked, “Are you and Noah trying to trick me?”
And she giggled.
Dead give-away. I kept my seat.
Then Noah called from the kitchen: “Um, no, Mom. It’s for real.”
Then Hannah: “Yes! Mom, there really is a snake in the kitchen!”
They both sounded rather calm about it. But I rolled my eyes and got up anyway. I walked around the corner and saw a snake on my kitchen floor. It was in the exact shape and color as one of Noah’s toy snakes. You know those little plastic things?
“Okay, you got me,” I said.
“NO, look!” Hannah said as she pushed the snake with her shoe.
And it slithered a bit.
“There’s a snake in the kitchen!” I screamed.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you,” Noah quipped.
I grabbed the nearest book (surprise, surprise) that could tell me what kind of snake we were dealing with. It matched the garter snake, so we played with it for a few minutes, put it in Hannah’s hermit crab habitat, and decided to keep it. We have an extra aquarium that we can use as a habitat. The kids will enjoy catching prey for it from around the house. Garter snakes eat amphibians, worms, spiders, small fish, and slugs. I look at it as a learning opportunity.