Yesterday afternoon I finally finished up a basket of ironing that has been sitting around since the flood – well, Christmas, anyway. As I put the empty basket in the hallway before I went back downstairs, I heard an odd noise. I checked to see if I had left a pin or a bead in the bottom of the basket, and then realized that the noise was coming from overhead.
Snakes in the attic. Shades of Voldemort, and all that jazz. They make an odd dragging noise as they pull themselves across the floor boards. Even if you’ve never heard it before, you know.
When The Squire came home, he took a look upstairs, but you certainly don’t get any results whispering, “Here, snakey, snakey, snakey” so that was a bust. Well, the attic is not very well insulated, so I’m sure if it hasn’t already left, it will when things heat up.
I love living in the country.
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I’m flashing back to Indiana Jones . . .
This was JUST what I needed today–thank you!
Snakes AND spiders…brrrrrr.