So I got woken up at 8:30 by my grandmother calling me. There was a snake in her house! My uncle was at work, and so she tried to call Mom but Mom didn't answer, so she called me. I told Mom what she said, so she called her back and was like "Uhhh, I'd love to come help you, but I'm terrified of snakes, and I really don't want to die today. Let me call Animal Control or something!" Haha. :) She called the police department (not 911, just the regular department number), and within like two minutes two cops and two town maintenance guys showed up. Gotta love the speedy service that comes with living in a small town. :) Apparently, they had a grabber and bucket and everything. And it was just a regular old garden snake, so it was nothing really serious, but still, it's not something a 72-year-old woman should try to deal with by herself.
Also, tomorrow, I won't be blogging. Gasp! I know, right? ;) Tomorrow is the day that the Marshalls (I told you about them here) are having a memorial service for their sweet son Cohen, and some friends of Megan's had the idea to host a blogging day of silence for those of us who followed her story to show our support on what has got to be one of the hardest day of their lives. Please pray for them if you think of it tomorrow. Thanks.