This is another one of those posts that you absolutely should NOT read if you are:
B. Don't like to see blood.
C. Have a weak stomach.
So, this would be a good time to go to The Pioneer Woman's Site and enter a contest.
Paint a picture
Come clean my house and do all my laundry.
Wait, no, I'm really not.
Okay, if you insist on scrolling down, go right ahead.
Don't say I did not warn you.
Last chance to scrub my floors.
This sweet pumpkin saved me and my middle boy from certain death this evening.
She has the eyes of a hawk and instinct of a mama grizzly bear.
She spotted something odd by the garden.
A strange pattern that did not fit in well. She looked again and realized it was a snake.
Not just any snake. A copperhead. Her brother was about to jump over it and she quickly warned him to stay back and told him where to go so he would not be in danger. I heard her yelling and came to see what was going on and she flung her arms up in front of me so I could not take another step and ordered me to be still. She pointed the snake out patiently while I repeatedly said "Where? Where? I don't see it." This was right at dusk you see and my eyes don't work as well as they use to. Finally, I saw it and got the heebe jeebies, the willies, and chills.
I. do. not. like. snakes.
I do not like snakes Sam I am, I could not would not in some jam, not in a pan fried with Pam.
Not on a tram or.....Ooops, got a little carried away.
Anyhoo----I screamed like a little girl and yelled for my husband. My daughter told him there was a snake. He asked if he needed his gun. I yell back, "Yes, No, I don't know, Yes." Clear as mud, right?
He brought his gun and shot it. Then shot it again. Once more for good measure.
It was still alive and capable of striking so....
My brave, wonderful, and very handsome husband..
Chopped its head off with a hoe.
He tossed the head out in the woods and fed the rest to......................
My daughter and husband are my heroes.
Without them, I would be dead.