A new family moved into our 4plex yesterday—a family of SNAKES!! Jesus Christ! We saw three within an hour and I was ready to pack my shit and move out last night. I kept waking up to check and make sure there weren’t any snakes in the bed. I had to pee but I didn’t want to walk across the floor and step on one and get bit! Granted they’re just garden snakes and not poisonous, but they’ll still bite.
I was ok with the slap-nut apartment when it was just pressed-board window sills, two by four door frames, and loose/crooked electrical outlets. Even the ants and moths that come from everywhere I could live with—but I draw the fucking line at snakes! That’s it, I’m done!
Oh my god, I don’t even want to pack! I’m afraid to dig through the closets, under my dresser, the basement storage—UGH! SNAKES!!
The first one I saw was in the basement, which surprised me, but it wasn’t too alarming since you always find critters in the basement. This one had gotten himself stuck in the sticky mouse trap tray and was scheduled to die a slow and boring death so I had Hubby take him outside. Hopefully no other creatures will get glued trying to eat him… The second one was UPSTAIRS in the front hall about to slither under our apartment door! It took off in a flash and now resides under the hallway carpet. Then number three was right outside the door on the front steps and slithered away too.
My skin is still crawling, I’m all itchy and weirded out.
The first thing Hubby said was, “You want to move into my parents’ basement?” Without thinking I said, “Yes!” So he called them right up, but now I’m like, no way dude. I’m not about to move into my in-laws. Last summer we lived with my mom’s ex-husband out of financial desperation, and I quickly realized that we have way too much stuff to be confined to one room in someone’s house. Plus the fact that Hubby’s mom likes to be a little more helpful than what I can handle and it stresses me out sometimes.
I just want to magically come up with some extra money and get a new apartment.
I think I’m going to look for a weekend job since I never get magic money.
1 comment:
I SO would be living in my car if
I were you
Paraphrasing from Snakes on A Plane:
There are Motherfuckin' Snakes in Riot's Motherfuckin' apartment!!!
(ok, I've never actually seen that movie..that was just a line I heard once..yes, I'm weird)
Okay, for extra money, you could always pimp your husband on a downtown street corner..I have mentioned this solution to MY other half but he just won't play along..he's obviously a disobedient chickenshit..but I'm keeping him
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