Ain't Skeered

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

We went to a birthday party at a large park a few weekends ago. Duke was playing with a soccer ball, throwing it into a large island of palmettos and watching it roll back out off the palm fronds. I was sitting on a bench chatting with some girls and Darrell was manning the munchkin.

I vaguely hear Darrell telling Duke not to throw the ball in too far because there might be snakes in there. I then hear Duke trying to climb into the bushes saying "Snake in there. Snake in there." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to keep him out of the bushes.

A few days later, we're in the kitchen and he runs out of the laundry room saying "Snake in there." I thought that he was just remembering the bushes, or hopeful that there was a snake in there. This went on sporadically for a few days, with "Hold the snake" being added to the dialogue before I finally figured out what he was talking about.

There is a gray hose going to the washing machine that is slightly visible from the front. I guess to him it looked like a snake, albeit hung in midair. We have pushed the "snake" back behind the washer and have heard nothing else about it.

Now if we could deal with the frog in the kitchen and the ant hole in the hall, we'd be OK...