My worst fear

Let me tell you… as I still shiver

While working outside during naptime today, one of my worst fears came true. 

I was hunched over filling a pot with soil at the garage door, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something patterned that didn't belong. This guy.

A copperhead. A foot away from me. Watching me with his beady eyes. Under my japanese maple tree. Planning his point of strike and destroy. Where my dog was standing just this morning. And within feet of where Cheyanne plays throughout the day.

Shiver. 

My reaction? I screamed of course! Thank God I had a neighbor (that I've never met) outside and heard me. I yelled for him to come over and seriously, thank God he did because I have no idea what I would have done. I swear I'm not overdramatizing this…mostly. I hate snakes. Not just hate. I loathe them. I question why God even created such a disgusting slithering creature. There's a reason why Lucifer became a snake. Because they are NO good! Duh.

To make things even better (sarcasm here), just minutes before this guy almost attacked me and took me to the grave, another thing happened. I was rocking to some old school Billy Joel on my Pandora when  my cell phone slipped off a shelf, hitting the concrete garage floor and cracking the screen in half. Yes, this is the second time in a month that due to no fault of my own- husband- my phone has fallen and shattered on some form of a concrete garage floor. Twice in a month. Come on! Today is apparently not the day for breaks.

And did I tell you that to make things worse, the Giant is away? Things apparently get exciting when he's away.

Thank God its Friday.

And because I can't have a post worth reading without a picture of Chey Chey…