My recent encounter with a snake on the front porch has put me in the mood to tell a snake story. We all have them… and this is my favorite. I am the villain in this story. Lower than the belly of the snake I shall tell about. But confession does a body good, so here we go.
Years ago when my nephew and niece were very young, they were spending the day with me. Billy had a new toy snake, and he was having fun outside. The three of us were in and out of the house all morning, but at one point I was in my front office keeping an eye out the big front window. Right off of the porch was the flower bed, and the garden hose filling it with water. Katie and I had been making sure the petunias were watered. (Hmmm… a trend here… I was watering petunias a few days ago when the snake gave me a fright.)
Suddenly, I saw her little four year old legs running as fast as they could go, her face filled with terror, and she’s screaming, “Snake! Snake!” I watched her plow through the muddy petunias, up onto the porch, straight for the front door. I met her at the door, but wouldn’t let her in. She was pounding on the glass yelling about the snake… and I was yelling from the other side that I would open the door, but she CAN’T run onto the carpet… my lovely light peach carpet.
Of course when I opened the door, she ran right over the tile entry way, and stomped her muddy little shoes all over that carpet. I kept trying to calm her down and tell her it was her brother’s fake snake… all the while scolding her for not listening to me when I was trying to keep her off of my precious carpet. She wasn’t buying it, and kept insisting it was a real snake.
A few minutes later I had things ready to take out to the mailbox, and after much coaxing, I convinced little Katie that we were quite safe to go outside, and we’d tell Billy how much he had frightened us with that silly snake of his. She grasped my hand, and as we stepped off the front porch, we marched right over a huge bull snake – probably the biggest one I’ve ever seen in my life. “Oh, Katie”, says I. “You were right. There IS a real snake!”
Ha! I spent the rest of their Portales visit telling everyone what a brave little girl she was, and telling her she could run through my house with mud on her shoes anytime she’d like. In fact, the next time she’s visiting me with her own little girly-girls, I should probably march them around in my muddy flowerbeds, then bring them inside to stomp on my floors just for payback!