This is one of those family memories that has continuously been brought up over the years. I myself have very limited memory of it, but I think it's worth writing down.
When we lived in Georgetown, our house backed up onto a small forest. My dad often hit golf balls into the woods (more on that another time) and would sometimes accidentally mow over a snake when cutting the lawn. We had no back fence so our yard was often subject to woodland visitors.
One day Trevor was out back playing in the sprinkler with a friend when he stepped on a snake with his bare foot.
He started to scream. While my mom rushed outside with me in tow (I was about 2 at the time), Trevor ran into the safety of the house, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Being the early 80's, no one had cell phones and neighbour's were friends, so my mom went next door to call my dad to come home and let us inside. While we waited, we tried to find the offending snake.
We found him in the neighbors bushes. Or rather, my mom and the neighbour found him. Even though they tried to point him out to me, I just couldn't see it. This is the only memory I actually have of this incident...crouching on the cement patio square, staring into the bushes and feeling very angry that I couldn't see the snake.
When my dad got home, he had two upset out kids...one because he saw a snake, and one because she didn't.
I like this one. But was the snake dead?
ReplyDeleteNope, I probably would have been able to see it if it was
ReplyDeleteMaybe it was traumatized and crawled deep into the bushes to die? You never know, everyone makes misnakes.
ReplyDelete(Sorry...I had to....)