So, can you guess what my husband and his little helper are doing to my oven? I'll give you a hint: it involves taking the entire back panel off of the oven, the top off of the electronic panel, and eventually the bottom drawer off as well.
So... what do you think? Look in the far left corner of the bottom of the oven...
Here's another hint... sure to explain it:
Ah ha... who guessed correctly? Did anyone guess a King Snake was in the oven? Come on.. surely SOMEONE had that thought!
Clayton was outside mowing a few weeks ago, on a beautiful spring day. We had the back and front doors open to let the nice breeze in. Apparently, this let in more than the cool air. I walked into the kitchen to grab a pacifier for my sleepy baby and saw a tail slither up into the electronic compartment of the stovetop! I screamed... realized no one over the age of 4 was in the house to help me... and ran outside to demand my husband come retrieve "the thing" out of the stove. I explained that either a huge lizard or a snake was up there. He looked at me like I had three heads. Did he think I had made up this ellaborate story just to make him stop mowing? He came in, looked into all of the openings he could find to see if he could see "the thing" and decided it would just have to come out on its own b/c he couldn't see anything. Oh my gosh.... he left me alone in the house with "the thing" and went back to mowing. Everytime I had to walk past the kitchen I got goose-bumps all over and wanted to puke. Finally, I saw "the thing's" head barely sticking out of the same opening it had crawled into. I avoid screaming, afraid I'd scare it back into hiding, and ran to get Clayton again. He runs in and sees its head and asks, "Do you really want to know what that is?" "umm... no..." "It's a snake!" "Umm.. I said I didn't wanna know!"
This began a 40 minute battle between Homo sapien and Ophidia. It ended with my oven being taken apart and a snake being put into our trash can for Clayton to take and release into the wild... far away from the house!
How creepy is THAT?!
Anytime a door is open in our house now I'm running like crazy and yelling at whoever left it open, "Remember the SNAKE?!!"
Oh, country living at its finest!