My sewing room is in the basement along with the laundry room, 2 bedrooms, 1 full bathroom and a room we call the junk room. There is a good reason why it's called the junk room.
As I am going downstairs to do some sewing after a long 10 hour day at work, this is how I relax, low and be hold there on the floor right by my sewing chair is this big, long, fat, juicy snake. Yes, I screamed and jumped almost hitting my head on the ceiling. As I stared at the monster with his long forked tongue sticking out at me I realized I was in a predicament. My husband was out side working on a project and I had left my phone upstairs and couldn't call him while I kept an eye on this thing.
I yelled for Chopper, my trusty dog, who came to my rescue. Well at least I thought he was going to rescue me. I got his attention on the snake. As he slowly walked over to investigate this creature I jetted up the stairs to get my husband hoping that Chopper would keep the snake occupied long enough for my husband to get it. NOT! The chicken was right behind me on the stairs.
Long story short......My husband did get the snake, it hadn't moved from the spot. Questions now are...How did the snake get into the basement? Where did it come in at? AND Are there any more?
I will not be sewing for a little while until my husband checks the basement real good to make sure there are no more.
I guess if you look on the bright side I will not be doing laundry neither.
As I am going downstairs to do some sewing after a long 10 hour day at work, this is how I relax, low and be hold there on the floor right by my sewing chair is this big, long, fat, juicy snake. Yes, I screamed and jumped almost hitting my head on the ceiling. As I stared at the monster with his long forked tongue sticking out at me I realized I was in a predicament. My husband was out side working on a project and I had left my phone upstairs and couldn't call him while I kept an eye on this thing.
I yelled for Chopper, my trusty dog, who came to my rescue. Well at least I thought he was going to rescue me. I got his attention on the snake. As he slowly walked over to investigate this creature I jetted up the stairs to get my husband hoping that Chopper would keep the snake occupied long enough for my husband to get it. NOT! The chicken was right behind me on the stairs.
Long story short......My husband did get the snake, it hadn't moved from the spot. Questions now are...How did the snake get into the basement? Where did it come in at? AND Are there any more?
I will not be sewing for a little while until my husband checks the basement real good to make sure there are no more.
I guess if you look on the bright side I will not be doing laundry neither.
Guess you'll be sewing with your feet up in the chair for awhile! 
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