My nerves are on edge. I can’t sleep. I am even having trouble eating. My stomach is upset.
There is a live snake loose in my basement!
This last week before the marathon, I am supposed to: have small and enjoyable runs, eat well, sleep lots, hydrate, rest up, relax like a queen this week…but Kevin found a snake in our basement.
Our basement is finished and a part of our living quarters. My big bathroom is in the basement. My weights, kettlebells, bosu ball, jump rope, boxing bag and treadmill are in my basement.
We are stunned and not sure how he got in. It’s been raining constantly for 6 days now so maybe he came through a drain trying to warm up….but however that fucker got in there…he’s there.
And to make matters worse, Kevin had him captured and he got away. According to Kevin, he was in a hurry to get to work and he didn’t want to kill it so he put a plastic container over him and put a kettlebell of top of the container to contain him.
Now, I was raised on a farm and I’ve been around snakes. You cannot contain a snake for long. They are much like mice and can get in and out of the smallest of areas. Anyway, when Kevin went home for lunch yesterday, the snake was gone! I will never understand him leaving our house with a live snake in a container….but I’m not Kevin. Remember once I told you how different he and I are? Yeah…well.
If there’s anything worse than finding a snake in your home, it might be “not” finding a snake in your home that you know is still in your home!
Last night, I needed to run 3 miles and because of the rain, I was going to run on the treadmill. But…..a snake is in the basement where my treadmill is. I waited until Kevin got home and he went looking for the snake while I ran on the treadmill and took a shower.
I’m not terribly afraid of snakes. I run across them often while I run. Still, we are not sure if he is venomous. Most people we showed the picture to say he is not.
I’m hanging on to that thought!
We went through parts of the basement and looked for him by shaking, kicking and screaming obscenities at him or her. God forbid she is a pregnant female.
We sprinkled cornstarch all around the perimeter of the main basement and my bathroom. That way we could tell if he came back into that area. We set glue traps in the storage unit where my washer, dryers, boxing bag and a refrigerator along with boxes of junk. We believe that he/she is in there. I know glue traps are cruel but we need to catch this snake or I’m moving out!
I couldn’t even sleep last night worrying about him coming upstairs to our main floor….where we eat, sleep and play! Peyton and Eli aren’t much help because they are afraid of everything except humans. 🙂
Anyway….we will monitor the cornstarch for movement and hope the snake crawls across the glue trap. Maybe we can then help set him free outside……or cut him in half with a garden hoe….like we did on the farm! Ok, we don’t want to do that. My mother is watching down on me from above and would not like that. 🙂
My nerves are growing for the upcoming marathon. I just want this over. When it’s over and I have completed, I feel confident that I will miss all of what I have been through getting there…..and it may start over again. 🙂
4 miles, tonight….2 miles tomorrow night…..26.2 on Sunday! 🙂 🙂 🙂
“The person who starts the marathon is not the same person who finishes” ~unknown
“The marathon. How an average runner becomes more than average.” ~-New Balance