Ok, you talked me into it.  Here is my snake story once
again.

We have an empty field next to our house.  The kids, when they
were little, caught some common old garden snakes and wanted to
keep them as pets.  So we buy these glass aquariums with a screen
top on them.  The screens fit very tightly around the top so there
was no way the snakes could get out but they did.  I couldn't
believe a snake could squeeze under those tight fitting frames but
day after day, they kept getting out.  So, I took some duct tape
and taped around the outside edges of the frames.  the snakes
stopped getting out.  So one day, after the snakes got out again,
I had given up trying to keep them pinned, I told the kids to
catch them and let them go in the field.  They caught all but one. 
He kept going under our stairs leading down into the basement and
we couldn't catch him.

     A week later, Sandy and I were talking and she said, "That
snake couldn't come upstairs, could he?"  I said no because I
figured he couldn't climb stairs.  Wrong again.

     I was working out in my office and my mom came over.  She
would have been in her sixties about this time.  After she did a
couple of things for me, she said, "I'm going to leave now but I
am going to use your bathroom before I go."  I said, ok, and went
back to what I was doing.  A couple of minutes later, I heard my
mother yelling my name and footsteps pounding across the living
room and dining room.  I went running in to see what was wrong
with mom.  She explained that she went in to the bathroom to do
her thing, sort of speak, and all of the sudden, a garden snake
came out from behind the toilet.  I called my youngest son into
the house and told him to go catch his snake and put him outside. 
Just think.  All that week that snake was loose, he could have
come up stairs during the night and gotten in bed with me and
Sandy.  Wouldn't that have been fun?

Phil.



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