So yeah, this happened today (or yesterday by the time this posts). Yes, that’s a snake crawling down my stairs. Okay, so it’s not some massive cobra or rattlesnake. In fact he’s pretty small and what Dr. Google says is a Western Ribbon Snake. Harmless and kind of cute in that only-if-it’s-outside kind of way.
So the story goes like this: K woke up from his nap so I went upstairs to get him, blissfully unaware, and then saw this coming down the stairs. I jumped, let out a yelp and ran down the stairs all the while thinking, “Is there really a snake on my stairs?!”
I snapped this picture, sent it to The Husband and then called him at work to vent and be talked off the ledge. No answer. Crap. I left a voicemail that there was a <bleep>ing snake in the house and called his cell phone. Crappy reception but he heard about every other word I said and I heard his reply, “I….’ing….’ome”. I don’t think he really needed to come home, but alas he hopped on his white horse and was coming to save the day.
I stayed at the bottom of the stairs watching the snake to make sure it didn’t slither off and hide somewhere while keeping the cat from noticing it. Thankfully K-Dub was happily playing with some cars in his room. I hoped that he would be content until The Husband came home so that I wouldn’t have to go upstairs.
My mother (who saw my Facebook status) called and as time went on I started to calm down. The shock of finding a snake in my house started to wear off and I started to return to reason. I grabbed a little shoe box and a plastic serving spoon (so I could throw it away afterwards. Yuck) and waited. Since the snake was calmly now on the step and sitting there, not moving, I decided that I would attempt to get it into the box when I hung up with my mother. Right then The Husband came home and quickly put the little serpent into the box so I didn’t have to. Sweet.
Red was going to be home in a few minutes so we kept the snake in the box so he could check it out before we set it free in the open space next to the house. While we waited The Husband started to wonder if Red brought him in the house. I said there was no way. I couldn’t imagine him picking up a snake and bringing it home. He’s just not that kind of kid. But we still wondered how in the world this thing got in the house, much less upstairs. We don’t have gaps under the doors or in the windows.
Red came home, saw the snake, and definitely wasn’t the snake’s way into the house. He was very excited to help with the release mission though so we brought the little snake over to the open space, (hopefully) far enough away from the house that he doesn’t make a return visit, and set him free to frolic or do whatever it is that little snakes do.
It’s still a mystery as to how he got in the house in the first place, how he got upstairs, and how long he had been in the house. The best idea we can come up with is that he somehow got in through a vent and made it through the air conditioning/heating system and came out through one of the vents in the floor. It still gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Funny thing is, this is the second snake that has made its way into somewhere I’ve lived. Hopefully it’s also the last.