Have I told you about the unexpected visitor we had Saturday morning? My husband was reading the paper and sucking up his morning coffee in the garage, when he saw it. Remember when I told you I had thought that I would be cleaning my house? Instead? I spent all day pulling out boxes and looking for a SNAKE in my garage.
Lovely, yes? And after all of that we didn’t find the snake. That did not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling. Later on that night, we found out that the snake must have left because it popped up in our neighbor’s garage. And you know what? Don’t tell anyone but I was so jazzed. I mean, I am so sorry that the snake is in your yard but that means he is NOT in my garage and now I don’t have to worry about him popping out of my toilet and swallowing my children whole.
As you have noted in previous entries, I am nothing if not a procrastinator. That, in and of itself, would not be much of a problem except that my husband? He is the same way. We don’t stand a chance.
So, half of our garage was filled with unpacked boxes. Yes, I fully realize that if I have not needed it for a year and a half I can most probably throw everything out.
I did finally find the baby clothes I was looking for and have now outfitted my neighbor’s baby for the next five years, diapers not included. I also found the rest of my china, which I was sure was lost (read stolen by movers). How I would know that is beyond me because I had a sea of boxes multiplying like bunnies in my garage and didn’t know what was in any of them.
I still have not found the lid to my small crockpot, but I DID find my iron. Which was in a box with some stuffed animals, computer paper and paperback books. Go figure. So you see? I can’t throw that stuff away. Besides not having found my crockpot lid? There might be something that I totally forgot about.
Oh, and for those of you who are wondering. The snake was a Cottonmouth, estimated at about 4 ½ - 5 feet.
Comments
Eeek! This is funny because I just came across a FAKE snake in my laundry room and would not go near it until it was confirmed to be a toy snake. I had already proclaimed that we were moving if it was a real snake. I.HATE.SNAKES. I would die if I came across a cottonmouth in my garage. It wouldn't even have to bite me. I would die of fright.
Posted by: Heather at August 3, 2005 06:29 PM
You and I have our garages decorated the same way: Early American Pack Rat. We've been wading through ours since January (yes, 01/2005) and have only gone through about a third of the boxes. And it indeed seems that more appear without explanation. I am convinced that cardboard is made from Tribbles.
Posted by: Mellie Helen at August 4, 2005 01:00 PM
Hi Moogie. I was here again. I posted aquiz on my site and I am making the rounds to invite people to try it. I'm not usualy one for quizes but this one caught my attention...
-Chase
Posted by: chase at August 4, 2005 03:51 PM
Eew!
I once refused to go home (as a kid!) cuz there was a snake in my driveway, and I wasn't going near it.
Later that night, after the entire extended family had gathered to find me, I belatedly realized that I COULD have just gone around it...! ;)
Posted by: Key at August 4, 2005 05:50 PM
We have lizards (mostly outside our houes), but they eat all the crickets, so they're all good.
Unpacked boxes for only 18 months? That is NOTHING! My parents have lived in their house for 21 years and haven't fully unpacked. They are procrastinators and pack-rats. Yikes!
Posted by: Texas T-bone at August 5, 2005 12:43 PM