Yesterday, I told you about critters that give me the creepy crawlies. *shudder* Today’s topic is “Describe a time when you felt nervous and jumpy.” Welll…this is going to be part two from yesterday.
When I was living in the California desert, there was always some kind of lizard or reptile kickin' it in the driveway. My house had a really wide cement driveway, so it would absorb the heat and was smooth to lay on. We had some kind of lizard that looked like a small Komodo dragon that lived in the front yard. Sometimes it would be sunning itself in the driveway. Sometimes the critter would be some variety of its brethren.
On this particular occasion, I was preparing to go somewhere. I came out of the gate that led to the driveway and straight upon another critter. Except this time it was a snake all curled up. I gasped and tried to scream. I believe I even started to hyper-ventilate. The snake then looked up at me, and decided it was going to go somewhere else. That was fine with me!
Until I saw where it slithered off to. There was a little hole in the dirt next to the driveway and it went down into the hole.
OH HECK NO!!!!!!!!!!
That meant that there was probably a den of snakes under my driveway! By now, I was in pretty full-blown panic mode. What do I do? How do I get them to leave? Ohmigawd, if I make them leave, that means they have to come out! I’m not so sure I want that. I can park by the front door, and not really have to go too far in the driveway. What if they’ve undermined the driveway, and it crumbles away and I fall into their pit? It was then that I came up with the solution.
I would just not leave the house until they went into hibernation. Yes. That was seriously the solution I came up with while I was avoiding going home. After about 2 hours, I realized that would never work – I mean, how would I go to Starbucks?
I decided I would go home and figure out what to do. I decided to take a wait and see approach. I never did see another snake in the driveway. However, I did sprint from the gate into my car every time I went somewhere.
PS – I refused to accept the possibility that they could have been under the house. Still do.