My Wednesday story...

This morning, I was all set to post a blog entry about some books that I have been reading.  It was basically written in my head and ready to type out later today.  That was until I got ready to leave for work.

I came out of my apartment at my normal time and made my way down to my car.  When I got into my car, I got everything settled.  My breakfast, a drink and a bag were placed in the seat beside me and then I cranked the car.  When I finally looked up at my windshield, my heart stopped.

There was a snake on my windshield.

A dead, headless snake.

If you have been reading my blog long, you know that I have two real fears: small lizards and snakes. 

I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, so this was obviously not a good thing to find at 8:10 in the morning.

The question immediately posed was what I should do with my new passenger.  Obviously, I had to do something.  Soon.

I tried to flick him off by using the windshield wipers.  I have to admit that I closed my eyes during this adventure.   While a good idea in theory, it only pushed him into a balled up mess of reptile near my door. 

Not good.

My next thought was to get something and then "pick him up" with it to get him off.  Of course, I cleaned out my car yesterday and had nothing to do this with.  There was no way in the world that I was going to use my hand or my nice umbrella, so I was stuck. 

Luckily, some litterbug had left some gifts that had not made their way into the large trash dumpster about 100 feet away.  I would normally complain about people who litter, but this saint saved me. 

I channeled my inner MacGyver and picked up an empty potato chip bag and a stick off the ground.  I used them in tandem to push my little friend away from the corner of my car.  He landed with a splat and then I got back into my car.  Quickly.

In retrospect, I probably should have tried to fling him into the woods.  He will still be hanging out when I get home this afternoon so that I will be able to relive this morning again and again.  Yipee.

Driving away, I really started to wonder where the snake came from.  How did he end up on my windshield?  Why my windshield?  Did a headless snake simply fall from the sky?  Was he used in some kind of cult ritual and then discarded onto the windshield of the nearest Saturn?  It boggles the mind.

I'm not worried at all about it, but it was just very odd. 

If his brother is on my windshield tomorrow, I am moving.  Pure and simple.

And yes, I will have to stop somewhere to get more wiper fluid on the way home.  

I used that much.

Stay tuned...

Comments

[tiennie]

I am so glad that I park my car in my garage. I absolutely can not stand snakes! Even a picture of them gives me the willies! Yech.

[PlazaJen]

OK, this made me laugh really hard. Except in a way that I kept shuddering every three seconds, too. GAH! I would have utterly flipped out.
It's not some sort of threat from your former employer is it? ;) Hey, at least it wasn't under the gold satin sheets ala The Godfather!

[Zonda]

Yikes!!! I feel for you!!

[kontan]

That was the funniest thing and I am so glad you shared...and that it wasn't me. Sorry. You didn't happen to get a phone pic did you?

[Knit Witch]

OMG!!! Too funny. Someone probably ran over the poor guy with the lawn mower which severed him and then sent him flying. Man, I can believe you didn't get any pictures for us!! :)

[Sara]

I got the heebie jeebies just reading this post. I would have been a quivering pile and called into the work. Roller coasters and snakes...you are a brave man!

[Jane]

Ick Ick Ick! But live snakes don't scare me - insects do!