S N A K E

On Monday I invited a few friends over to my parent's pontoon boat on Schuy-Rush Lake to hang out for the afternoon. We were all making our way onto the boat when my mom says, "Katie. We have a problem." As I look up, she has the back of the boat "storage place" open in order to plug in the battery. I asked "what" and she says, "S -N -A -K -E. Get off the boat."

I'm not sure about you, but I DON'T do snakes. So we all get back off the boat and watch Connie, who also DOESN'T do snakes. She is poking around with the end of a broom, trying to find it. Of course by now the three 5-year-olds and 3-year-old are undoubtedly very curious. They didn't buy the whole "its just a bee" scenario, but they kept calm. I'm sure they could sense all the parent's fear.

So after Connie got too freaked out (and called Katie a scardy cat) I went back and started moving the life jackets out of the way one-by-one. After I moved the last one, THERE IT WAS. Now, when she said snake, I am picturing a little garter snake, not a GIGANTIC ANACONDA! I mean this thing was huge! I was done with it!

When none of the girls would get on the boat to do anything about it, we went for help. Mom drove back up to the office and brought back this high school kid. Turns out, he was afraid of it too. As he was poking it around, it went behind the seat and never came out.

Needless to say, we ended up swimming in the neighbor's pool for the afternoon and I couldn't put my feet on the floorboard of the car until we got back to town.