Peaceful Desert Life...

So, I am on my way out the garage door to the backyard to hose down a yoga matt that hasn't been touched in three years and I turn the corner and "HELLO!" A rattling, hissing and coiled Diamond Back Rattler is two feet in front of me. NO- I am not exaggerating.

What did I do? Lost all breathing capabilities, nausea crept in fast and I ran like hell!

Raced inside and told Art and he proceeded to call the "snake guys" aka "reptile removal." While he was doing that I snuck back outside to make sure the little booger didn't go somewhere else and of course he was long gone. I was thinking 'my kids, my kids. We can't come out here again until we find that thing." Shaking and dry heaving, I kept looking. FINALLY, I found him sandwiched between our house and a loose sheet being used to cover an outside buffet. Holy macaroni, did I ever lose it when I found him! Oh! I couldn't get a handle on myself. Shaking and jumpy and nauseous eeeeewwwweeeee!!

Justin, the volunteer reptile removal specialist arrived and was probably thinking "Oh, another garden snake...yaaaaaaaaaaawn." Low and behold - this was a good one!! "Mating season! Good thing it was a male. If it was a female then you'd be getting a few more" he informed my husband.

Don't you love seeing my 23 month old sons popper toy right next to the snake? Lovely.