Ok, seriously, I know I like animals but this is getting just a little ridiculous now. I'm attracting animals like flies to a shit heap... Cute fluffy kittens and dogs - great! Frogs and scorpions - ok. Mice, cockroaches and hornets, tolerable. But snakes??? No. NO. NO THANKS! What is Santa trying to tell me when on Christmas Eve I arrive back at my house at lunchtime to find my cat in quiet and puzzled contemplation of a metre long caramel coloured, black striped snake in my living room! Jeez!
Then Doglet flies in like the proverbial bull in the china shop and really upsets it. Urrgh, it's not nice to see a snake slithering about your house and hissing at your beloved pets.
After running full kilter oot the hoose, for about 30 seconds I actually convinced myself I was brave enough to tackle the situation independently. When I got back into the house with a big stick however, reality dawned. Who the hell was I kidding! Tackle a metre long snake alone?? Ha!
So back outside where I cowardly called my Khmer little brother who came to rescue to me from the Big Bad Snake... I say rescue me but in a Faulty Towers comical way. He had never seen the type of snake before either, so we were both unsure as to whether it might be poisonous or not, hence a lot of furniture shuffling and positioning of the big stick ensued before we were confident to start removing the snake. Doglet seemed more hands on (or should that be paws on??) than us, but as I went to carry her off into the relative safety of the bedroom she let her true colours through as she jumped in fright when I touched her.
Safely ensconsed behind a door Hor started to tackle snake, while I gave helpful directions and encouragement from the otherisde of the room....
Unfortunately the snake had no intention of cooperating a proceded to make his way to the back of the fridge to hide. Hor tried to convince me it had escaped down a hole to the outside, but I remained unconvinced as he jumped back a full foot after poking a bag lying there and seeing said snake move. After a bit of more careful prodding, Hor seemed definitely sure it had escaped. I wanted to make doubly sure so we pulled out the fridge to check behind, as I'm tugging away Hor runs away in the other direction crying out "oooohhhh" and I do the same seeing a flash of brown shoot pass my legs.... holy crapola. I look round at Hor who by this point is grinning away. It was the cat. The damn cat, who had also been scared and was lurking under the fridge.
Dear Lord, what a lunchtime!
So enough I say with all the DoLittle animals, Kathys shelter is closed for Christmas, please find other alternative accommodation, snakes, mice, rats and roaches are not welcome at the Inn and I don't care if your name is Jesus.
