Daughter brought home a dead snake (!!!!). After much cajoling and “Stay away from me!” responses, I got tired of fighting it and gave in to touching the snake. Then I decided to face my fear and hold the damn snake. Oh, it was missing its head. It appears someone cut it off. Ugh.
My husband used to catch live snakes. If he had been here (he was back at the RV), he would’ve held it. He said he would’ve held a live snake, too. Good for him, because HELL NO to a live snake. Yes, I held a boa constrictor once when I was in 9th grade at a pet store in Security, Colorado. But NO way I’d do it now. Not my thing.
Tomorrow she will give it a proper burial.
I’m sitting here, ready to drink a beer and shivering. I can’t believe I did that. Yes, I have a pic to prove it. *shiver* Yes, I washed my hands—thoroughly.
Man…I can’t believe I did that. And might I add that I don’t ever want to do that again.
Over the past month or so, I’ve increased my walking to almost every day (and twice a day, most times) for four or five days a week. As a result of the sudden increase and duration in physical activity, my body—and in particular, my Achilles tendon—went, “Whut?! I’m not ready for this!” So now I have a very painful, stiff, and sore Achilles tendon on my left leg.
The last thing I need to happen is for it to rupture, so I gotta focus on making sure I don’t blow it out completely. I’m not going to stop walking, that’s for sure. It’s doing great things for my body. Who knew it would be a problem?! Didn’t count on this happening!
On the upside, I’ve lost weight (my son and his GF actually commented on my face being thinner when we Skyped the other day) and I was able to fit into another pair of jeans I hadn’t been able to wear for quite a while.
Guess you could say there’s a good side and a bad side to all of this. Then again, that’s life in a nutshell, isn’t it?
Needless to say, I’ll be doing stretches and exercises while I’m working at my desk so I can avoid a rupture.