Bravery at its Finest

August 28, 2013: It was a day of adventure. It was a day of facing fears. It was a day... of victory!

I should have known, when coming home to THIS in my mailbox, that I was in route to an evening of crazy.

And thus begins my tale of bravery.

It was supposed to be a normal Wednesday evening, with nothing more than farm chores and vacuuming.

ALAS, twas not but two strokes of my trusted vacuum when, what to my wandering eyes should appear, but a small slithering tail from under the curtains (insert word that rhymes with appear. I personally would go with the approximate rhyme of 'fear!!!!').

Now given- praise the Lamb- this snake was tiny. Nonetheless, let's just put this at the TOP of the list entitled "Top 5 things NOT allowed in my house."

And so began my efforts of extracting the un-welcomed visitor. Clearly, my previous methods of shot gun or shovel slamming would not be appropriate. These are not, after all, my wooden floors. I prefer to return them hole-less and gash-less.

The obvious first response was... I need a giant pot. And a stick.

And then I looked at my round pot and my flat floor, and thought: "how in the WORLD am I going to get this snake into my pot?"

And then, praise the Lamb, my brain wandered to the thought that should have come first: gloves. Kelli, you need gloves. Work gloves. Leather gloves.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen... I was going after the snake... with my hands.

"And these signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up serpents with their hands..." -Mark 16

And so, I took a minute to psych myself up with this verse... I literally threw my hands into the air, and worshiped the Lord Almighty who has rightfully given us this authority! Because snakes need to die. Or at minimum, be extracted from one's home. :) And so, once I (joyfully) confirmed that the snake was still behind the curtain, and I was not going to have to crawl on my hands and knees looking for it behind the couch... I went in after it.

TRIUMPH!!!

VICTORY, I tell you!

And so I released our little friend back into the wild, where he belongs.

And I sat down to a celebratory beverage to re-read my note. :) CHEERS!

Special shout out to my darling, sweet, and apparently prophetic friend, Jess. You win for motivational speech of the night.