I felt I should update you regarding the situation at the bank. Because I’m nothing if not adventuresome, and because changing banks would be such a drag, I opted to revisit the ATM machine to deposit a singular check.
THE SPIDER WAS STILL THERE.
Leading me to believe that it had gone on to the great spider web in the sky, leaving behind her 8 legged carcass. And possibly some spider eggs.
Giving me a great deal of confidence that our bank is well kept and prepared FOR ANY EMERGENCY.
Mentally I’m handling sharing my bank deposits with the dead carcass of a rather poisonous looking arachnid rather well. All things considered.
But then I had to face the straw that broke the camel’s back, sending it careening over the cliff.
Behold. This was my view as I turned around on the couch to check the sky for a chance of rain.
It seems that our former dog, Mater, left his mark on the screen in the form of a gaping hole. And somehow, we missed this particular rip as we had already duct taped all the other gaping screen holes inflicted by said former dog.
Duct tape. A homeowner’s best friend. In the cheap part of town.
The top part of the snake was inside the screen.
Anyhoo. My mind went to the dark place as I tried to remember if snakes could burrow through GLASS and such. And thoughts of ever opening this window to let a potential breeze through were now dead to me.
Fiddledaddy, unbeknownst to me, was at this point sneaking up on the snake from the backyard. A shovel was within arms reach, and I thought, oh dear God no, not only will I be dealing with replacing a rather large pane of glass, but most assuredly the snake would be making a beeline towards ME in an effort to escape the business end of the shovel.
But something unexpected happened. Before I or the snake knew what was happening, Fiddledaddy grabbed it by the tail, yanked it out of the window screen, throwing it up against the back fence.
You can see Fiddledaddy’s Croc in the background, and his hand on the tail. It all happened with such lightning fast speed, that the next camera frame showed only an empty screen hole, where the snake once was.
And please, ignore all of the dirt that accumulates around the window sill. Goodness knows, I do.
The chances of me leaving the house over the course of the summer are getting slim to none.