Violation of My Personal Space!

It is 1:30am here and I have been up at a friend's house cooking and getting our meals ready for Shabbat. Only the top element in our oven currently works so I have been using a friend's oven to cook. So tonight when I went to put in the chicken we got the idea to cook together it was really fun. So how was I rewarded for being prepared and not leaving everything to the last minute? There was a SNAKE on our front stairs. At first I did not notice as it was well concealed just the tail hung out and I was hopeful that it was a shoelace, then I looked from up above at the top of the stairs as it was second from the top and I still just could not decide. Finaly I did what any rational person would do, I went in and made my husband get dressed and go dispose of the little beast! Fortunately he was awake. I told him it was either a shoe lace or a snake and he better get out there and take care of it! He did not like the idea of getting dressed for a shoelace, but when I went out again it was moving! Oh Yucky! My space has been invaded by a small, scaly, creature with no fur and no feet! My kids play on those stairs! They play on that walk way! How am I supposed to relax out there when some slithering creepy crawly could be slurking aournd! Now D pushed that snake off the stairs and into the property below, however, it had the nerve to climb the stairs! I have no idea where it might be now. And to make matters worse I still had to make a second trip back to my friend M.St. to retrieve the rest of my cooking. I was so scared of running into that little wee beastie, let me tell you! Fortunately Frankie the cat has befriended us and do you know when we called him, because we wanted him to kill the wretched creature, he came! And he was standing guard at the top of the stairs when I came back. I have always been a bit annoyed with Frankie because he is always pestering us, but maybe Frankie is not so bad after all. I hav been totally violated and I am holding the snake 100% responsible for that. Maybe not that I have written about it I can sleep. They say that writing is good therapy. But I am still traumatized! Icky! Icky! Yucky!!!!!!!!