I came into the kitchen only half awake mind you. I wasn't sure if I was still in a dream state but I was sure I saw my sons coral snake Zuma cuddling my cell phone. Does it think that its another snake? What ever it was doing it was getting rather cozy. I inched over to retrieve my link to the outside world but snakey wasn't having any of it. Added to the fray was Friskey the cat. Friskey and the snake were sworn enemies. Friskey spotted the invertibrate right away and let out a menacing yowl. Just before it could pounce I shoved the cat away. This earned me a filthy look only a cat could give. I had to do something. Could I call 9-1-1 on a snake? Several thoughts crossed my mind at the possible responses from the dispatcher.
"You're calling us because your sons snake is cuddling your cell phone? Get off the sauce and go back to bed."
I would be the funny call of the day for sure. So what could I do without causing a stir.
I grabbed one of the freeze dried mice Jimmy kept in the freezer to distract the snake and safely retrieve my phone from the greedy little reptile.
"1-2-3" I counted out loud as I tossed the frozen rodent onto the table. Jimmy was going to owe me big time for this. The snake took the bait and slithered off the phone towards his meal. I grabbed the phone and yelled for Jimmy to come get his snake before I fed him to the cat.