The prior post's (Easter Sunday: “If it were a snake…”) references to snakes became a reality today. What are the odds that the day I sit down to blog about Easter and my father's snake phrase would later that day become a reality.
No, nobody got bit, but get a load of this.
We went to my Aunt's house (or Auntie Momma’s as she prefers to be called by the kids) for Easter brunch. We traditionally do an egg hunt for Cadbury Creme Eggs (oh, they are to die for) and plastic eggs with candy. We do this in both the front and back yard. Today I was making the usual “If it were a snake it woulda bit ya” jokes throughout the egg hunt. The kids scored a plethora of candy as well as toys.
They boys got little bug jars and as is fitting for a boy of five, and both my nephew, Chase, and Braedyn were out hunting for spiders. I agreed to assist. Whilst combing the fence line where earlier the kids had been searching for eggs and I had been shouting about snakes, I see something move and move fast.
I’m pretty quick for an old guy and managed to catch the garter snake. It was a huge hit with the kids (click the photo of me to see all the pics of the snake and the kids). Emily was particularly fascinated and wanted to hold and touch the snake more than any of the other children.
After all the children had time to touch and hold the snake I thought it was time to let him go. All the kids were fine with this. With one exception. Emily.
I DON’T WANT TO LET IT GO!!!!!!
I think maybe she hadn’t had enough chocolate and sugar.