We were somewhere between Chickasha and Oklahoma City when Dan’s cell rang. He was driving so he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.
It was our son and I’m sure he expected to get his Dad… after all, he had called Dad’s number, not mine. But he had news to share.
Son: “I’m staring at a snake and I don’t know what to do.”
Me: “Where is it?”
Son: “In my house.”
Me, frowning: “You have a snake in your house. How did it get in?”
Son: “It’s just a little one…. probably crawled in under the door or something. It’s a baby and can’t tell what kind it is. Don’t know if it’s poisonous or not. I don’t know what to do.”
All I heard was baby snake… Doesn’t matter to me what species, if it’s a baby, well mother instincts kick in. Don’t know why I reacted this way. Son is MY baby. Anyway, I wanted to find a safe way to get the baby out of the house and set him free. (And, I forgot Son had called his Dad) So… Me: “Do you have some tongs?”
Son, I could hear the puzzlement in his voice: “I suppose I do…”
He didn’t sound likely to hunt tongs, so I offered another solution. Me: Capture him under a container of some sort, then slip a paper under the container, turn it over, and carry him outside.”
Son: Silence. “I’ll think of something… Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
Me: “Okay. Be careful!”
Call ended and I turned to see the smirk on Hubby’s face. “I would have told him to stomp it with the heel of his boot.”
I gasped and then remembered the country gal I used to be would have done the same thing. The city girl I became would have screamed for help… and the soft-hearted grandmother I am, would have found a way to save the baby snake. I smiled.
Son called again a few minutes later with news to ease his mother’s mind. “It’s all taken care of,” he said, “and then changed the subject.”
This morning, I realized he hadn’t called his dad for advice. He called to tell the story of the snake in his house… man to man. I think the poor baby snake had already met his end before the call, and Son protected his mother’s gentle heart. His dad and I are not the same and Son knows the difference. 🙂