just woke up from a nightmare from hell ...
first off, realize ...
these thoughts listed below about snakes are constantly on my mind:
- killing as many snakes as possible
- protecting my dogs from the snakes
- building a snakeproof customized fence
- have almost perfected my design for a custom snake trap
more ...
I just returned an auger to Home Depot I rented for three days @ $125.00 per day. I go outside around 10:00 p.m. every night, walk the property line of bermuda grass and my woods in the backyard - looking all around, into the woods with a flashlight to see if I can spot that huge copperhead I missed a chance to kill a few weeks ago. I have to go to Gander Mountain and buy some snake chaps. A couple of weeks ago, I shot up the woods a bit out of pure frustration because I did not get to kill that copperhead. I did get to kill the one on the patio I saw right after after seeing the copperhead. I stomped the one on the patio until he/she was totally mutilated. I was unable to determine what kind of snake it was due to the mutilation.
And in this terrifying dream, there was a copperhead in the house trying to bite Jennifer. It went on and on in every room. Also, in this nightmare, there was this guy friend I used to do a lot of programming with ... he was visiting me... I have not seen him in 20 years or more ... I kept yelling for Jeff to grab Jennifer as I kept distracting this snake from her to me. It was striking and missing, striking and missing. When I woke up, I rolled over, grabbed that little pocket pitty, hugged her so hard, I think I scared her for a few seconds.
If I did not have dogs, I would just take normal precautions, NOTHING OBSESSIVE IN THE LEAST, when outside. It really would be no big deal at all to me.
I am a wreck!! I wish I could go out into those woods and kill 20 of them right this minute!!!
Sitting here with a bag of Keebler Pecan Sandies and large milk to wash them down.
Thanks for listening ... I am kind of nuts at this moment in time. Actually, I am lots of nuts right now.
*yelling SHAT at the top of my lungs*
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