Since none of you has the honor of seeing my mama in action, I thought I’d tell you about yesterday, when she conjured her inner Celtic Warrior Princess persona.
It went down like this:
Mama went outside to sprinkle a pinch of blessed salt and say her Prayer to St. Joseph. We were watching a line of thunderstorms approaching, and Mama wanted all the protection she could get. The Kid (AKA Domer) teases her it’s like carrying a “Lucky Monkey,” but I’m with Mama. It works!
Now I wanted to help, but Mama left me inside, promising to “just be a few minutes.” Anybody who knows Shelties knows we don’t tell time, and even a few minutes away from our mama/hero is too long!
Anyway, Mama was turning to come back in when she saw TWO snakes lying on the patio underneath the table and chairs! I heard her shriek, and boy, did I want to see what was going on then, but all I could do was pace and worry. And listen.
Convinced those snakes were “getting busy” and trying to make more snakes, Mama started grumbling and stomped across the yard to where the hoe is kept.
Calling those snakes a bunch of colorful adjectives, Mama grabbed that hoe and marched back. She scooted the chairs around — to make ’em move, you know — and when the snakes slithered out like coils, Mama brought that hoe up and chopped one’s head clean off!
Then she scooped it up with the hoe, carried it across the backyard, and slung it into the field behind our house. Like so:
Anyway, Mama returned to the scene of the killing, looking for Snake #2, but it was long gone. What do you bet Mama killed the man-snake and we’ll still have babies everywhere?? (Shh, don’t tell her I said that!)
When she saw snake blood and guts on the patio, she grumbled some more and dragged over the hose and a broom to clean up the mess (so I wouldn’t have to). She’s such a good mama!
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone, and may your yards be snake-free!!