Okay well we just frontlined Lexie, Tucker, and Jordan and to keep them from rubbing it off hubby and I were crating them. After I shut the door to Lexie's crate I looked down and saw a shoelace. I was thinking, "what in the world did the yorkies get ahold of now?" As I was reaching for it the shoelace moved! I backed up faster than the speed of light yelling, "SNAKE in the bedroom! SNAKE in the bedroom!" Hubby made fun of me and then went in to prove to me that it wasn't a snake when he comes running out of the room saying HOLY CRAP! We ran and got our landlord and he got the snake in a plastic bag. We think it was only a garter snake and it was very small, but there was a freakin' snake in our bedroom. I would love to say I ran bravely back in and saved Lexie from the snake, but I was a chicken and stayed in the hallway. When the landlord got it it was damn near in her crate with her! I would have felt terrible if she'd gotten bit by a snake because I was a chicken. We live in the heart of our town in a two story house. We have the top floor all to ourselves. Goodness. I guess I just needed to share and freak out! Thanks for listening. If anyone has any experience with snakes let me know if I should do anything to prevent more or anything. I know literally nothing about snakes.
