So I'm watching TV in the living room, sitting on the sofa by the window, only I'm not really watching TV because Britney Spears is posing semi-nude, a la Marilyn in a white sheet, in the open window for someone taking photos from next door, which strikes me as odd and silly, but hey, it's Britney, right? The photographer calls a warning to her and she scurries off into the house and a corn snake follows her inside. Well that won't do, and I'm the household Wildlife Removal Specialist (usually just spiders and the random squirrel), so I grab the poor thing just below the head and halfway down its body and take it out front under the trees. He's a little miffed with me, since it's wet out and he meant to be in the house, but I manage to let him go without being bitten, and then I answer my cellphone standing there in the front yard next to the snake, which doesn't move off, but waits for me to finish the conversation. I don't remember who I was talking to or why. Then I go back into the house, but he dashes after me, and I'm only barely able to shoo him back to close the storm door and keep him from getting back into the house. I tell the Fam about it so they know to be careful that the snakes want in because it's really wet out, but no one's interested, so we just have breakfast.
It rained good last night, but it's sunny-ish this morning. The road and the deck are starting to dry. My head hurts this morning and I'm sinus-y, so there must still be something going on with the air pressure. Doppler radar suggests there will be more rain, and there's a flash flood watch through this afternoon. No swim practice for Angelina anyway, since we missed the orthodontist last week and she has to go today.
No snakes in sight when I went to get the paper. I haven't seen a corn snake since Summerville (2004). I wonder where that came from....
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