A Laugh for Those of You with Ophidiophobia

ophidiophobia:  fear of snakes

Yesterday I found myself footloose and fancy free.  I finished some photography editing and headed out the door to Penny's to exchange some pants that I had held onto since May.  {Trying on clothes with three boys in tow is like trying to pluck your eyebrows with your toes.  Or something like that.}

As I was walking out the door, I noticed Eric was pulling into the driveway.  Wanting to say hi, we found ourselves chatting it up in the driveway. 

And then I felt the thing I never wanted to feel on my flip flopped feet.

Slithering.

Oh shiver me timbers.  I can hardly type without totally wigging out of my skin right now.

I looked down and there was a SNAKE coiled up on my foot. 

Not gliding across, mind you, but coiled all the way on top of my foot!!!

IN MY DRIVEWAY!!!

I am telling you, I would have won the Olympic Gold for jumping the highest and farthest.  I kicked that snake off my foot and lost my shoe in the process.

Once we found it again, (Olympic Gold for soccer, too)  Eric stomped it repeatedly.

Now, this wasn't a big snake.  It probably looked more like a steroid injected worm, but it was still a SNAKE!  On my FOOT!  In my DRIVEWAY!  {And aren't the babies supposed to have more powerful venom, anyway?}

Snakes I don't do.

Nope, nada.  Hate them.  Afraid of them.  Have nightmares about them.

So, there you have it.  Always a little excitement hoppin' over at Moop and Saba.

Hope you have a snake-free weekend, friends.