Thank Goodness for Boy Scouts!

Last night we found a snake in our garage.  It was just a garden snake, but slimy and slithery nonetheless.  Now, I knew Sam didn't like snakes (we usually avoid the snake section at the Hogle Zoo), but I didn't know how much until last night.  When he saw it, he took a few steps back and just stared at it, trying to figure out what to do.  I, of course, was no help.  I have no problem killing spiders that make their way into our house, but snakes are another story.  I told Sam he was on his own on this one. 

About 15 minutes later, neither Sam nor the snake had moved.  Luckily for Sam though, 3 boy scouts were on their way home from the church, so Sam stopped them and asked them if they knew how to catch snakes.  They were thrilled to come and help.  (I use the term "help" loosely.  The boys did all of the work.  Sam just gave instructions from the other side of the garage.)  Anyway, the boys put their boy scout skills to work and caught the snake.  One boy even took the snake home to have as a pet.  I'm sure his parents are thrilled.  Our garage is now snake-free.

Sam is probably going to kill me for telling this story, but I couldn't resist.  It was too funny!  For the record though, Sam did say that if he were still 11, he probably would have thought catching a snake was fun too.