Welcoming committee

Long month of no blogging for the boyer bunch...we've been a movin!! So, now that we are settling in to the new place, becoming comfortable in our new surroundings, a surprise visitor decides to come on over. You can see what happens when this momma feels the hairs on the back of her neck rise and the urgent need to protect her offspring...

"Mr. garter snake or ribbon snake(did a little on-line research), so sorry you chose to slither onto our porch while Brooks and I were trying to play a little golf."

Proof that I killed him. Isn't it necessary to put on JCrew, green with pink flamingo rain boots when one is in snake killing mode???

Let me paint a clear picture of how this went down:

Brooks and I had just gotten home from running errands. We had a few minutes before nap time and he wanted to go into the backyard to hit golf balls. He and Jax went outside, left the porch door open, which we do quite often, took his clubs and golf balls out of the toy chest, and started playing. I was unloading a few things from the car..back door is wide open...snake could have come into our HOME!!! I made my way outside, shut the door, and walked into the yard. Then turn around to sit in one of the chairs on the porch and there he is slithering along where Brooks and I had just walked. He came out from behind the toy chest and scurried under the grill. I scooped Brooks up, headed inside to call Bryan, got his voicemail, and put on my boots. B was in a meeting, so I called my dad. I got the broom out and hit the grill a few times to get the snake to come out. Then started screaming when he decides to come out. Dad gets on the phone and starts rattling off questions, what color is it, how long is it, etc.

*My family has a history of snake encounters that have not turned out to well. Dad was bitten by a copperhead(poisonous/aggressive snake)on the palm of his hand. Bryan's mom was bitten by a rattlesnake on her pinky finger. So, we take this seriously.*

The snake had moved onto the door stoop off of the master bedroom and is watching me. Dad tells me to go get a hoe, remove the snake from the stoop, stand back as far as I can, and hit it hard. Then, he gives me a little pep talk and says to call him after I'm finished. After a quick prayer, I did it!! I killed my first and hopefully only snake...

And I must mention that this entire time Brooks is mad as fire/screaming that I made him stop playing golf, come inside, and wait until I've killed the snake. Multitasking at it's finest...