Friday afternoon we met up with some friends to swim and unwind after the first week of school. As we were getting all six children set in their bathing suits, goggles, towels, floaties, and diving rings, one of them exclaimed he saw a snake.
Okay. Noted. We told him to stay away. I’m sure of it.
But, it takes a while to get six children swimming and happy with their appropriate accessories, so we went on with our business. Again, there was an exclamation of the snake sighting, along with a second exclamation from a second child.
Let me just say at this point in the story that our children lie. They don’t lie on purpose, but their imaginations sometimes bleed over into their realities, and always involve animals. I don’t know how many times we’ve listened to a rant on an armadillo crossing, a grasshopper injustice, or a spider attack. Animals are actively engaged in our daily lives-imagined and real.
So, we acknowledged the story, but dismissed it as legend. Until, the Grandma on site stopped by to say hello, and asked us if we checked the story out.
So, she went over to the alleged snake sighting area, and, well, okay…there was an actual alive snake amidst all the pool toys, goggles, and other small floaties. And yes, the kids had been putting their hands in that exact pool toy basket looking at the snake. And also, the snake was about a foot and a half long.
But it wasn’t rattling. So, that’s good, right?
So, the Grandma took the basket, dumped the basket, and proceeded to kill the snake. With a shovel. While we watched. Actually, while we and all five children (minus the baby) watched.
We tried to plead our case, but she pretty much called us out as not in the running for Mothers of the Year. But then again, we already knew that and are ok with it.
Incidentally, later the same evening, these same two boys reported a snake, spider, and a ghost in the backyard. I’m just saying.