Unwanted Guest
Returning home with the kids, guess what I found at our front door? Yup, this bad boy was stretched in front of the threshold. Luckily, I hadn't let the kids out of the car. Even luckier, Chris was home so I called him over to take care of the problem.
Now, when I think "take care of the problem", I mean safely remove the snake -- even if that means resorting to violence. Evidently, "take care of the problem" to Chris means cuddle up with the reptile.
Obviously, this is not a poisonous snake, nontheless handling it with one's bare hands doesn't come to mind.
Just so you know, momma's little man, Parker, watched from the safety of the car. Smart boy.
Now, when I think "take care of the problem", I mean safely remove the snake -- even if that means resorting to violence. Evidently, "take care of the problem" to Chris means cuddle up with the reptile.
Obviously, this is not a poisonous snake, nontheless handling it with one's bare hands doesn't come to mind.
Just so you know, momma's little man, Parker, watched from the safety of the car. Smart boy.
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