Come here, snakey snakey snakey...

I remember a few summers ago, my boys found a "cute" little snake in our back yard. They were so excited to catch it so I could see it. I was excited to get inside the house where there were no snakes! I.do.not.like.snakes. Last year they found another "cute" little snake and brought it to me. They had my sweet, feminine little Princess with them, encouraging me to "Pet him, Mom. He's so tiny!" as she held the nasty little beast in her hands. Now, I will not be called out by a 3 year old. So I touched the (~shudder~) little snake and satisfied the dare. This morning I went outside to water our garden. There was a (not tiny OR cute) snake sitting on the patio. Instead of running inside to hide, I went to find a bucket to put him in, so the boys and their snake charmer sister could see him when they woke up. I was sad when Mr. Snakey slithered away into the bushes before I could catch him. Too fast for a picture, too. I'm sure he or his friends will be back. I think I'm becoming a Boy Mom! From shrieking (like a girl, no kidding) to attempting a capture in just a few years. I hope there is a t-shirt for this momentous occasion.