backhoeboogie":2cmmqft3 said:
I was here at work when my phone call came. It was my daughter, about 12 years old at the time all excited, The phone call went something like this. "Where's the gun, where's the gun, mom needs a gun!!!" "What for? Why do you need a gun" "Snake, its a snake, a BIG snake". Okay, so now we got it. Just another snake. "There's a 22 pistol on top of the gun cabinet and it is loaded. Take that to her. Its full of rat shot." So the gun is then hauled outside. By now everyone in the building is hearing me and they are all "prairie dogging" over my cube walls and I am flipped over to speaker phone by some of the engineers who are now in my cube. My wife gets the gun and now I am trying to tell her how to get the thing off of safety. She finally understands and then we all hear, "BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG" over the speaker phone. I finally get the wife back and ask what's going on and she tells me she is shooting the snake. I asked how come so many times and she says she wants to make sure its dead.
What had happened is that she drove home and heard a hissing sound near the gas grill. She thought propane was leaking and walked over to investigate. She found a king snake with its head all puffed out and it was ready to do battle. It scared the witts out of her. Poor snake.
I don't kill king snakes as they'll eat other snakes including copper heads etc. But I wasn't about to tell her that.
The whole family got shooting lessons that night.
To:Mrs. Backhoeboogie
%: Mr. Backhoeboogie
Dear Mrs. Backhoe,
Congratulations on your taking up arms against that evil reptile.
A snake is a snake, is a snake, is a snake. To put it another way, if it looks like a snake, if it crawls like a snake, then it's a snake and needs just what you gave it. Don't let anybody tell you any different.
You may want to contact Mrs. Causric Burno about her new side arm. It may be something you would be interested in.
Keep up the good work.