Chris had just left for work so I called him and asked if he knew there was a dead snake in the bottom of our shower. He replies, "Our shower?" Then a long pause. "Do I need to come back home?"
"No," I replied, "s/he's already dead. What do I do with a dead snake?" (Our shower? Like who else's shower would I be talking about?)
"Just put him outside" says the husband, in his truck, on his way to work, to his wife, who was just about to step into the shower. Not optimal. What to do?
I fished him out of the shower with a tissue and put him in the sink. I figured if he was gone after I got out the shower, I'd have a heart attack then.
Half hoping it would be gone, half scared it wouldn't be there, I looked in the sink after showering, the snake was still there. Now what? After looking at him rather closely and admiring his coloring and scale pattern, I decided to do what any artist worth her salt would do - I painted him.
Northern Ringneck Snake
Painted in my Nature Sketchbook
© Laure Ferlita, All Rights Reserved
After painting him, I decided I probably needed to find out what kind of snake he was and whether he was poisonous. Hey, stop shaking your head! Better late than never. Beside he was dead, remember? Turns out he is a Northern Ringneck Snake and they like damp, moist places. Guess the shower was more than he bargained for though. We think he probably drowned last night when Chris took his shower.
Which brought up another thought. What do you think my chances of getting out of a shower alive when/if a live snake crawled out of the drain during said shower?!!!! When I posed this thought to my dear, sweet, darling husband, he replied, "Stomp it."
"STOMP IT? With my bare feeeeeeeeeet?!!"