I turned and saw my stepmother several paces behind me. I didn’t know my 70-something stepmother could move that fast.
I looked back to my brother-in-law, still puzzled about how my stepmother outran me, and noticed the new look of sheer terror that had swept across his face. I saw my father and realized why. He had grabbed the snake’s tail as it tried to retreat back into the quiet safety of its hole and he was now trying to pull it out.
That’s when my brother-in-law and stepmom started screaming, “Kill it!” I lost track of how many times they made the command.
Once my father got the snake completely out of the hole, my brother-in-law retreated further onto the porch and demanded the snake be killed or walked a mile down the road. My dad opted for the latter.
What a bunch of crybabies.
Misty Knisely is managing editor of the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at 574-732-5155 or at email@example.com. Follow her: PharosMK