Sunday we were cleaning out the basement and I found a snake. Did you hear me? A SNAKE!!!! In my basement. A snake! I can handle about anything but that.
I am deathly afraid of snakes. I saw it and started screaming. Poor Austin didn't know what was wrong. Good thing he was helping to clean. Otherwise I would have been down there screaming scared stiff until he got home. He did his duty and got the thing out of my house.
Monday I was gonna do laundry and had such a bad panic attack I ended up bowing to the porcelain thrown. Just the thought that there could be more down there is enough to do it for me. I cannot bring myself to go to the basement. Hopefully there are no tornadoes this summer. I will surely die because there is no way I can go down there.
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