The other day a snake had found its way into my garage and had gotten himself stuck in an ant trap, I don't know how he just did. He was completely stuck with no chance of getting himself out. So, what to do. My first instinct was to scream, which I did not go with. I picked up some long handled sheers and grabbed the trap he was stuck to. I carried it out into the yard with him wiggling. I placed him gently on the ground and softly told him to hold still it would be okay I was trying to help him. (This is just more evidence for my neighbors that I am insane.)
I had sent a photo to my husband with the word help beside it, but he was 20 min away and I needed a solution now. So, I freed the reptile from his cardboard trap and off he went into the woods.
I know what your thinking because I had several people say it to me. You're thinking Gross! I could never have done that! I would have gone back inside! I would have killed it!
Now, had the thing bit me I probably would have thought differently but the creature looked at me as if to say (We'll give him a british accent just for fun) Pardon me mam, but could you give me a spot of help. I've gotten myself into quite a pickle.
Why are we afraid of things? Why do things gross us out? Raw tomatoes are out of this discussion those things are just nasty. Why is it our automatic response to let someone else handle a problem that we don't like?
Do you realize the satisfaction I had when the snake was finally free and on his merry way? I had been confronted with a problem and I had figured out how to fix it. Me. Alone. Without running screaming for someone else.
Are you telling me that if you were dropped on a deserted island alone you would just die? You wouldn't at least attempt to fashion some sort of tent or eat a random berry? Okay, if you say so but that is a pretty horrible way to die.
Today I challenge you to try something new. Something that you wouldn't automatically gravitate to. I promise it will give you pride that you were able to "do it yourself". Now, if you get bit by a snake and die don't call me. K?
1 comment:
I would have totally killed the snake. God has put enmity between him and the woman, and I am fine with that! I appreciate your post, though, as my big job for today is to put a temporary fix on my Hurricane-Irene-beaten roof b/c it's going to rain again and my hubby is out of town (insurance company doesn't want us to fix it for real until they can look at it, which could be weeks, judging from the devastation around me. :) I felt so empowered shopping for roof stuff all by myself at Lowe's yesterday! Wish me luck and pray I don't fall off, and that if I do, my children will remember the number for 9-1-1. :)
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