So....my DH despises any type of snake. A few summers ago, a small grass snake crawled into the house. (I was cleaning and had the back door open). Of course, Rin and Tyson spotted the snake just as it was about to slither under my husband's chair. I jumped up, yelled "snake" and the dogs were going nuts. My husband, bless his heart, was just sitting in the chair, kicking his feet, and screaming like a little girl.
I grabbed the pups and locked them in the bathroom. I took a mop and scooped the snake up and deposited him into the front yard. Ol snake had a few bite marks but was still alive. The thought still cracks me up
