Archives for August 17, 2003


We are fortunate enough to live literally at the edge of the wilderness and civilization. The price is that wild creatures think our airconditioned abode is their Disneyland.

Today, it was a snake in the house. We came home, I was getting things out of the car, and my daughter came running back into the garage, announcing: “there’s a snake in the house”. From the tone, I expected something the size of my arm.

The snake was some foot-long pencil thin thing, and was in danger of being teased to death by the cats. The cats wished it no ill, they were just enjoying a new plaything. After a little thought, the snake was ushered outside.

This is my second episode of uninvited house snakes, and this was undoubtedly the calmer of the episodes (the other involved a rattler and a king snake in the house simultaneously).

I think it’s because we went bowling instead of going to church.