There's a Snake in my Bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok...........SERIOUSLY. There WAS a snake in my bed. 5 FOOTER!!!!!!!!!!

Here's the story....

I walk in my room to go to sleep and I toss my Gatorade and journal onto my bed. I go to lift up the corner of the sheets and THERE IS A SNAKE hissing at me!!!!! OMG. It's coiled up on the ledge of my bed ready to strike.

I screamed and ran out of the room like a little school girl.
I really did.

Then my roommate Taylor and friend Daisy immediately put on cowgirl boots and run in there with antique fencing swords ready to battle.
Hilarious. But scary while it was all happening.

The battle commences....

I sit on the kitchen counter holding Taylor's Boston Terrier (Bella) and Jeremy is watching with me from the sidelines...
Taylor and Daisy pull out everything in my room!!! 2 mattresses and the heaviest wooden bed frame. 2 dudes probably couldn't have picked it up. ;)

But seriously...this was the craziest event that's ever taken place in my life. Ever. And I hope it's the last. lol.

So...there's an entertainment type thing/dresser that the snake crawls under. Seriously. We couldn't get the snake to come out from under the bed, and weren't able to kill it under the bed, so now what do we do!!!!???

Well. You stab it in the head. Pretty sure Jeremy did that, then put it in a trashcan and chopped it up in the garage!!!! Funny thing is, he's just as scared of snakes as we are. I told him to be a man and get in there. lol. He didn't. He was like, "So Jeremy, how was your first Date?" "Well............." haha. Poor guy.

Me: "Man, people do this all the time on TV, not in real life!"
Taylor: "They also have special snake hunting tools!!"

Luckily Daisy was in there to keep her sane saying, "He is gonna get you! I don't want you do get bitten (in a sweet caring voice). hahahahahaha.

This was priceless.
Wait...........it almost cost me my life....

I figured we should call my brother, or dad, or animal control.....but for real.
Me: "Where's the phonebook!!??"
Taylor: "Seriously!!?? The Bolivar animal control couldn't catch a friggin' goat running loose in the streets!"

Oh man...I wish I could tell you every single detail of this....but I can't remember. I've probably psychologically blocked out this traumatic event. UGH. There is no way I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.
It keeps replaying in my mind...

Cowgirl boots + 2 antique fencing swords + XS wifebeaters = snake killing equipment.
Oh, and a trashcan to chop it up in.

On a more serious note.....
Thank the Lord for not letting any of us get bitten.

I hate snakes. Did I mention that? Oh, and so does Taylor, Daisy, and Jeremy. Needless to say, that's what made this story so dramatic.
Most....intense....experience.......................ever.
Thank God it's over. Phew. Goodnight. I couldn't go to bed without blogging this.