"Mom, there's a snake outside." Karson, don't joke, that's gross." "No mom, really there's a snake by the garage."
Sure enough, there is a snake slithering across my garage door. Karson opens the door so now the snake is IN my garage! I HATE SNAKES!! My toes curl so tight, my ears start ringing, and my blood pressure sky rockets...I HATE SNAKES.
It's the middle of the afternoon so Jason is still at work. I call my friend whose hubby does swing shift and they're not home. The neighbor boy is gone...who is going to save me from this snake. Enter: Brother B!! Oh ya, I sent Karson to go get his primary teacher, retired and hopefully just sittin at home.
Brother B, shows up and gets mr. snake in a bowl, then in a water bottle, and I send Karson off to send the snake down the ridgeline. I'm sure he'll probably come back, but at least he's gone for now.
Now the real kicker...Brother B hates snakes too!! Thank you Brother B, you saved the day!