Robb happened to be home early, getting ready to take Soccer Girl to her tournament 2 1/2 hours away. So he went out to deal with the snake, which had slithered off the step down behind some stuff in the garage. I yelled at The Boy to come downstairs. (Note: There was a LOT of yelling going on at my house during all of this.) He came running, thinking he was in trouble. I told him, no, I needed him to go in the garage and help his dad kill a snake.
Side note, our garage is usually a disorganized disaster area. Bikes, soccer balls, hula hoops, etc., all over the place. I had actually asked the small people to clean it up on Thursday, but they never got around to it. So there were plenty of hiding places for this unwelcome critter.
Robb and The Boy armed themselves with a sharp-edged shovel and a metal rake and started pulling stuff out to try to find this thing. I went in to "help", although I just kind of stood around trying not to think about the fact that there was a snake IN MY GARAGE!!
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like an anxious 2 or 3 minutes, I hear Robb say, "I see him." I skedaddled my hiney on out of the garage. Robb pinned it up against the wall while The Boy tried to cut off its head with the shovel. During this, Robb informs me that it's a copperhead - about 2 1/2 to 3 feet long!!
|Note: This is an image from the web. I did NOT get a picture of our intruder.|
After this, Robb and Soccer Girl left for the tournament, and The Boy and I started to get the garage organized. I can't really take a lot of credit for the organizing work. The Boy did almost all of it. I had to shuttle Ballerina to ballet class, and I went to buy some plastic tubs to use to organize the balls and outside toys. I can now say that my garage is no longer a disorganized chaotic mess.