I honestly hope this won’t happen again after tonight. I mean, we’re talking about a seven-footer rattlesnake that popped out of the blue in my bedroom. It scared the shit out of me, no kidding.
Since it gets pretty murderous with the heat here, once evening hits my mother tends to leave the front door open for a couple of hours just to let the air in. The air conditioning is broken and it has been that way for a few years, so we typically used this method as a way to save electricity instead of using the fans 24/7. Tonight was no exception.
After an all-nighter with Victoria helping her with the homework due for today as her first day back at school after the summer, I was really exhausted. So I decided to take a nap on the bed in my bedroom. I woke up only to use the bathroom. Still half-asleep and tired, little did I know that I was in for a rude awakening. I walked right past the snake, but I still felt presence of movement emitted through air. That was enough to have me stop and do a double take. I turned around and looked. Sure enough, he was staring dead straight at me all ready in his attack formation and I freaked. Having a fear of snakes ever since I was little, I did what came right to instinct. I bolted down the hall screaming for my mother. Her bedroom is just down the hall from where mine is.
My mom didn’t believe me until she walked down the hall and saw him. The snake was crawling out of my desk, near my front door of the bedroom, on his way to the closet. She immediately went pale, as if she had seen a ghost. We called the Taylors to help us since they lived just down the block and they had experience working with snakes. So they came, and they retrieved the giant damned thing. Thank god. If nobody else was here to come and help out, Victoria, my mother and I would still be running around paranoid. My mom could hear the rattling sound increase in volume over time, especially when the Taylors were confronting him. That thing was one pissed off snake. Oh yeah, let’s not forget that this isn’t the first time that’s happened. Try the fourth time.
And just imagine, this happened a little over a week after my mother and I found ants everywhere in the kitchen and in my bedroom.
I had come home from a long day with my mother and I was so ready to hit the sack and pass out. I headed straight to the shower, then after that I walked to the bedroom. My mother, in the meanwhile, was looking to whip up something to eat in the kitchen. That’s when we both saw the ants. In the kitchen, she saw fire ants all over the tile floor, but it was nothing compared to my bedroom. When I was just in the towel, I had intentions to slip on something comfy to sleep in for the night. I didn’t have my glasses or contacts, so I didn’t really notice the little stupid things zigzagging around until I felt strange itches on my feet. Like anyone would, I picked one foot and scratched the other foot with it but that didn’t help. So I grabbed my glasses and looked down. Fire ants on my feet. And that wasn’t the only site. They were crawling up on my chair, all over my floor, and on my own bed. And yes, on my freaking bed. I was so pissed off.
The previous day or night those ants weren’t even there, so it’s just a magic show out of the blue. So my mother pretty much had to exterminate the whole room and all that shit. She sprayed the room to death with toxic chemicals to kill the ants and any other bacteria. Vacuumed it out and cleaned it out until one single ant wasn’t left. We had to do the same thing with the kitchen. I also took out my bedding sheets and washed them two times over, while cleaning my bed out and putting new sheets on them. However, I refused to sleep there in my bed for a week because it was so strange with that nasty scent from the sprays my mother had done. It was so strong and I couldn’t stand it, especially on my bed. So annoying.
First the fire ants, then now this seven-footer snake. Seriously, what’s it with animals and my bedroom nowadays?
