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We've had a wooden jointed toy snake for years. Every few months I'll be in the boys room late at night re-tucking someone in and it will accidentally get bumped and slither down the wall from the top bunk.
I'm a transplanted West Texan. I've seen more than a few rattlers rattlin in the wild, in the suburbs, even downtown from a rattlesnake that had hitched a ride into town on the underside of a car. I know what a rattlesnake sounds like.
It sounds Exactly like my boys wooden toy snake. "It's just a toy, it's just a toy," is my calming chant- after I climb down from the ceiling fan.
My two little boys both recently got plastic toy snakes as a sort of prize. They are very realistic, they look just like baby snakes. They keep reappearing in the dryer. But, I've gotten used to them.
At the park last week my 3 year old was showing a 15 year old friend of the family his toy snake. Our teen friend was really impressed. "Wow, Miss Susan, I think that really is a snake."
"No, no, he got it at church. Look at it closely. Isn't it amazing?"
"Uh, Miss Susan, that's not a toy." Whereupon our friend tossed it to the ground. "It's eyes are sunken in."
A crowd gathers as I'm leaning over the "toy" saying, no really- it's a.... I was interrupted by my 3 year old decisively clarifying the situation. He did this by emphatically stomping on the snake.
Blood squirted everywhere.
I think enough adrenaline rushed through my body to do permanent brain damage.
Nope, not a toy.
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We've had a wooden jointed toy snake for years. Every few months I'll be in the boys room late at night re-tucking someone in and it will accidentally get bumped and slither down the wall from the top bunk.
I'm a transplanted West Texan. I've seen more than a few rattlers rattlin in the wild, in the suburbs, even downtown from a rattlesnake that had hitched a ride into town on the underside of a car. I know what a rattlesnake sounds like.
It sounds Exactly like my boys wooden toy snake. "It's just a toy, it's just a toy," is my calming chant- after I climb down from the ceiling fan.
My two little boys both recently got plastic toy snakes as a sort of prize. They are very realistic, they look just like baby snakes. They keep reappearing in the dryer. But, I've gotten used to them.
At the park last week my 3 year old was showing a 15 year old friend of the family his toy snake. Our teen friend was really impressed. "Wow, Miss Susan, I think that really is a snake."
"No, no, he got it at church. Look at it closely. Isn't it amazing?"
"Uh, Miss Susan, that's not a toy." Whereupon our friend tossed it to the ground. "It's eyes are sunken in."
A crowd gathers as I'm leaning over the "toy" saying, no really- it's a.... I was interrupted by my 3 year old decisively clarifying the situation. He did this by emphatically stomping on the snake.
Blood squirted everywhere.
I think enough adrenaline rushed through my body to do permanent brain damage.
Nope, not a toy.
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This reminds me of when I was a teenager and my sister and I were home alone one night. I walked into the kitchen without turning on the light, opened the refrigerator, and looked down to see a small striped snake at my feet. I calmly called out to my sister, "do we have my toy snake?" She came running in, "NO! Get away!" We didn't know what to do, so we did the only logical thing. We stayed at the edge of the living room where we could watch the snake from a distance, then we called our neighbor who was a vet. He wasn't home, but luckily, our dad came home soon after that. Apparently, a family of coral snakes was born that day and invaded several of the neighborhood houses. Our next door neighbor, an elderly woman, found one in her house, and stood on her dining room table until her son came home.
Sometimes I wonder how you survive all the excitement! Wow!
Eeeeew, coral snakes!!!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
-joann
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