Snake in the house!!!!

I finished reading my bible this morning.  I went into the kitchen to start breakfast.  I came out into the den to turn the computer on, and I see something in the floor.  Surely not!  I got a little closer, and sure enough, there was a snake in the floor.  I let out a little yelp-not from fear, more because it startled me.  Now, I am not afraid of snakes, but DH is another matter.  I was more in fear for the snake's life if DH got within 20 feet of the little snake.  I tried grabbing the little booger, but he was awful wiggly.  It was too early to deal with little mr. wiggly that way.  I yelled at DH to bring me a bowl and a spatula.  I was going to scoop little mr. wiggly up and take him to a new home out in the yard, but I had to keep DH away, or mr. wiggly would be mr. squished.  DH brings me the largest bowl I own (probably holds 4-6 gallons) and a giant spatula.  Mr. wiggly was about 6 inches long!!!  I asked DH wasn't that a bit overkill, considering the size of the snake?  DH replied by yelling at me not to let mr. wiggly get up under the furniture.  I shook my head and proceeded to pursue little mr. wiggly.  I finally scooped him up in the bowl, took him in the kitchen to investigate him further.  Not poisonous, but I already knew that.  He was just a little garden snake.  DH was telling me not to throw mr. wiggly outside the door, to take him faaaar away.  So off I go in my pajamas, out the front door, to the farthest point in our yard to release poor little mr. wiggly. 

I said to DH "Aren't you glad you're married to such a brave woman?  I rescue you from snakes!"   He just stalked off muttering something about the only good snake being a dead snake.

I do wonder how he got in the house, though.......

Blessings to you all,

Karmann in Texas