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Snake III - Channelling my Indianna Jones
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:07 pmSnake again this morning. Why does it always have to be snakes?
Sparkle wet the bed. My son came in to tell me Sparkle had told him she was wet. I get up, and Sparkle explained "I saw snake, and I wetted." The damp was still warm. I run the water in the tub, and got the sheets and blankets into a laundry basket, shaking gently - no snakes in the bed, at least.
"Where was the snake? Can you show me where you saw it?" I ask gently after bathing her and getting her dressed in the bathroom, avoiding her room for the present.
"No."
A "No," but not a scared no; a matter-of-fact no. This is good.
"Honey, I want to look for the snake, and make it go away." I'm very proud of my voice, I sound calm, cheerful and betray no quiver of the apprehension I actually feel. I also am taking her at her word this time.
"Yes, go away. But it's not there."
"Was it a bad dream?" I ask hopefully as we enter the living room. (Please?)
"Dere!"
"Where?!?" I look around.
"My Christmas tree!" Sparkle wails, and climbs on top of our buffet, much like the cartoons of women standing on chairs to avoid the mouse.
Under the Christmas tree by the warm air vent blowing - a snake. A small snake, green with two yellow stripes down its back. Maybe it's eight inches long; certainly not as long as a ruler, and thankfully not as long as the one left in Sparkle's bed. Seeing me approach, it slithers quickly towards the basement door, slips through the cat flap, and starts down the steps. I watch it go down, unwilling to chase it.
Snakes have lived in my basement before. I trouble them not. They eat the earwigs when they're small, and the mice when they're big, and I leave them alone, and they live under the washer and under the shelves unless the cats discover them. I decide to leave it - there is no way I'm going to be able to keep track of this critter as fast as it's moving. Yeah, "make it go away" or not, out of sight, out of mind, except I'll watch for signs of cat interference.
Sparkle climbs down from the buffet, comes over, and looks down the cat flap.
"DRAGON!" she calls. "EAT SNAKE!"
Sparkle wet the bed. My son came in to tell me Sparkle had told him she was wet. I get up, and Sparkle explained "I saw snake, and I wetted." The damp was still warm. I run the water in the tub, and got the sheets and blankets into a laundry basket, shaking gently - no snakes in the bed, at least.
"Where was the snake? Can you show me where you saw it?" I ask gently after bathing her and getting her dressed in the bathroom, avoiding her room for the present.
"No."
A "No," but not a scared no; a matter-of-fact no. This is good.
"Honey, I want to look for the snake, and make it go away." I'm very proud of my voice, I sound calm, cheerful and betray no quiver of the apprehension I actually feel. I also am taking her at her word this time.
"Yes, go away. But it's not there."
"Was it a bad dream?" I ask hopefully as we enter the living room. (Please?)
"Dere!"
"Where?!?" I look around.
"My Christmas tree!" Sparkle wails, and climbs on top of our buffet, much like the cartoons of women standing on chairs to avoid the mouse.
Under the Christmas tree by the warm air vent blowing - a snake. A small snake, green with two yellow stripes down its back. Maybe it's eight inches long; certainly not as long as a ruler, and thankfully not as long as the one left in Sparkle's bed. Seeing me approach, it slithers quickly towards the basement door, slips through the cat flap, and starts down the steps. I watch it go down, unwilling to chase it.
Snakes have lived in my basement before. I trouble them not. They eat the earwigs when they're small, and the mice when they're big, and I leave them alone, and they live under the washer and under the shelves unless the cats discover them. I decide to leave it - there is no way I'm going to be able to keep track of this critter as fast as it's moving. Yeah, "make it go away" or not, out of sight, out of mind, except I'll watch for signs of cat interference.
Sparkle climbs down from the buffet, comes over, and looks down the cat flap.
"DRAGON!" she calls. "EAT SNAKE!"
