Snakes on a plane? How about snakes in my pool?

Hi, my name is Suzanne and I live in Florida; aka the snake and alligator state.

We have plenty of snakes on our property. I’m ok with that as long as they keep their distance. Do they always comply? No, because they are rebels. I’m surprised by a snake at least once a day when I’m outside and judging by my flip flop tan, I’m outside a LOT. But you know what I realized, my outside is THEIR home. So, suck it up, buttercup.

One horrible time, a snake was confused and came INSIDE.THE.DAMN.HOUSE. I found him (a corn snake,not lethal, but still a snake)in our theater/billiard room. I went in for a bottle of wine and nearly shat myself. He was curled up under our wine rack and sadly Coach was out of town. It took some time, but I was able to coax him out with a broom and a few choice cuss words.

We frequently get snakes in our pool lanai area. I don’t know why they want to come in there except for the fact that it does look like an oasis. Sometimes I find babies in the pool skimmer. *sad face* Sometimes I find adult shed-skin in my rock garden area; are they merely using me as a changing room?

A few weeks ago I was slaving in the kitchen, I merely glanced through the glass doors and I saw a black snake (black racer-not lethal, but still a snake) coming under the screen door up towards my new rock area; I had planned on working/gardening in there the next day, so I did NOT want him lurking in there and surprising me. I decided to be proactive, I would shoo him back the way he came before he got in too far.

Y’all, this was a stubborn snake. See video evidence, I wasn’t trying to STONE him, I just wanted him to depart the way he entered.

{As I was editing this, it’s come to my attention that I talk to snakes, cows, dogs, caterpillars and butterflies. Just when IS the intervention planned?}

He wasn’t afraid of rocks or a sweet talking woman, so I got a broom, my snake removing tool of choice and he charged at it. I got the hose, sprayed him and he charged at it. I got the pool noodles, tossed them in his direction, he charged them and now he was pissed, so he hissed.

Then I looked more closely, do I know this snake? Is he the one I found fornicating on my porch a few weeks ago?

We did this noodle/hose/broom dance for 45 minutes. He’s not moved an inch back the way he came.

I kinda felt bad for him, because I’d about drowned him with the hose, but I was also annoyed at his stubbornness. Finally, I said: FINE, it’s YOUR lanai, I’m selling the place and starting over!


I left both screen doors ajar and hoped he would move on.

—-Cut to this week—-

I had been working in the yard and I was a hawt mess. I said to myself: Suz, put on your bathing suit, cool off in the pool and get some exercise too.

I love it when I give myself advice and I actually take it.

Dig if you will the picture: (Prince!) I’m in the pool doing my water aerobics, pool jogging, treading water, solo synchonized swimming, and for second I closed my eyes, was in deep thought when I felt something touch my leg.


I opened my eyes to see something black below me, I shrieked, panicked and started to move towards the steps and my phone so I could call 911. This deems as an emergency, right? Wait, is a social worker equipped for this?

Anyhoo….it took a minute for me to figure out, it wasn’t a snake after all.

The fake snake was actually my sunglasses that had fallen off my ball cap, tapped my leg and then landed on the pool floor.


Were you freaking out that I might have been attacked by an anaconda? I almost soiled my bikini bottom over a pair of costa del mars.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to say it: I exhaust myself and crack myself up at the same time; I’m all the entertainment I need.

Stags, non-violent cows and an iffy gator

We left Friday afternoon and headed to my In-laws home on Lake Okeechobee; it was my MIL’s birthday. Have I mentioned lately how much I love both my Mother in law and Father in law (Coach’s stepdad)? They’re pretty darn wonderful. We had a plan to visit together with them and also go see one of her friends who was selling some of their staghorn fens. We already have two big ferns in our yard, (one was salvaged from my Dad’s house after he passed away) but if you know anything about my husband, you’ll know that if he likes something, he’d really like to have more of that something. Except for wives; one of those is plenty.

Just as we were about to leave, he threw a wrench into the vision of my upcoming 2 1/2 hour drive that would be me catching up on some emails, blogs and the FB.

“Hey, can you drive?”

EYE ROLL AND MOAN “WHAT? The big truck? Pulling the trailer? Really?”

“Ok, but if I do, you can’t say ONE WORD about my driving or the fact that I might not be able to pass any slow cars on those little country roads.”

I honestly thought I might hit the mailbox just leaving the driveway, but I made it all the way there without hitting anything and without a domestic incident. I even passed EIGHT slow cars on a two lane road. *looks around for achievement award*

We arrived safely at my In-laws house, then the four of us headed to the ladies house who had all the staghorn ferns. HOLY mackerel, these things are huge and beautiful. The Coach was so excited, he bought five.

While they were chitchatting, I wandered over to where they had some cows. In my 52 years, I’ve never been in close contact with a cow. Is that weird? Or do most people NOT come in contact with cows? I think they’re cute. So I called them over so we could chat, or you know, chew the cud.

Once the cows started heading my way, I remembered this was my first encounter with an actual living cow, and I know NOTHING about a cows temperament.

The google machine told me all I needed to know.

They did come closer, but not close enough for me to pet them. Perhaps they don’t have a google machine to ask DO HUMANS BITE?

Later, back at my In-laws place, we had a visitor. He must have been enamored with me, because he just stared. And stared. And stared. I’m wondering if the birds behind me were trying to warn me.

Later on, after it was dark, it came even closer to us. And just stared. And stared. We’re thinking that some loon on the canal has been feeding it and it now expects food from people. And possibly people as food. As best as we could tell he/she’s about 6-7 ft long. And I didn’t have to use the google machine to know if it bites or not; they invade my dreams on the regular.

I was blown away by the fact that they occasionally get manatees in the canal. How can you have a manatee AND an alligator in the same body of water? MIND.BLOWN.

We had a really nice visit with the family and the ferns are so darn cool, I want to figure out how to progagate mine and create more so I can sell them and get myself a baby cow.

The Coach and my BIL hung them at our house on Sunday; they’re really purty. I think they might need their own blogpost. Or perhaps this will be the last we ever speak of them.

Don’t you love a cliffhanger?

So, did you encounter any ginormous ferns, timid cows or too-comfortable gators?


Posing as Mother Nature is exhausting

Thank you all for your empathy on my Monday post. I was really sad, down in the dumps, bummed, annoyed, etc…

Lu in TN commented (Thanks Lu!) about having a similar experience and reaching out to butterfly enthusiast groups for advice. Well, wouldn’t you know that I belong to a few different butterfly groups on The Face Book. I posted in my swallowtail group about my dilemma and lots of people had ideas; I love people with ideas.

Many of them were for nurseries too far from me, (I have my limits) but one mentioned a nursery that was only 1 & 1/2 hours. I had tasks that I had to accomplish yesterday, so a 3 hour round trip trek was pushing it, but I looked it up and it was only 25 minutes from my Lolo.

I started thinking….doesn’t that kid owe me something for the undying love I’ve been shelling out for almost 27 years? Didn’t I just purchase a wedding dress for her last week? *giggle giggle*

I texted her to see if she was up for a rescue mission and of course she was on board, I mean love and wedding dress, right?

I called the nursery and they had 6 pipevines, plus all sorts of good monarch butterfly plants that I needed. One, I had always coveted, but never found locally; the elusive Giant Swan Milkweed. AKA: Hairy Balls

She face-timed me when she was there and all the plants looked great. But, they didn’t look so BIG while we were on the phone. I ordered the 6 pipevines, 2 giant milkweed plants and 2 hairy balls. 🙂

She said, are you sure? They’re big. Me: YES!

SO, we met up a while later half way from my house and half way from her house in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. BTW, are we changing the name of that place anytime soon?

It felt like the best drug deal going down in a parking lot that I’ve ever been a part of. “You got my weed?”

Ya’ll, I didn’t have one inch of space left in my fake SUV. (I think of an SUV as a Suburban, Yukon, etc….) It fit tightly in Lolo’s Yukon, but it was a crunch in my fake SUV.

This is just a portion of the weed I picked up in the Caucasian Barrel parking lot. Ignore the exposed wiring in my garage….we have yet another project this week.

I immediately carried one of the pipevines to the grave yard ,scene of the crime area where I still had some starving caterpillars. I then went on a mission and found about 12 more caterpillars wandering. This morning I found two more survivors and put them on the vine.

BTW: last night I dreamt that the vine was eaten entirely overnight.

So, I saved around 15 or so caterpillars out of the 100’s.

Will I even put these vines in the ground? maybe not. I have PTSD. I’m just gonna see how it goes and if the ones the ground can fight their way back before being devoured again.

So, I feel a bit of relief today. For now. *giggle* I exhaust myself….

How is your humpday?