It happened after lunch...
I went to the Hytte to gather our ladies' eggs.
However, when I put my head inside the hutch this time, I didn't see eggs.
Instead, I saw something black.
And for some reason (habit), I put my hand inside to gather the eggs
(WHYYY DID I DO THAT?)
As soon as I realized that what I was feeling was not eggs,
my hand was already inside, feeling around.
I WAS TOUCHING A SUPER GROSS, SCARY BLACK SNAKE!
Did you hear me?
I SAID A SNAKE!!!!
I screamed, slammed the Hytte hatch shut, and fell to my knees,
gathering strength to run away.
I mean, I was dead.
I'm sorry if I sound dramatic, but the thought of my hand inside
TOUCHING the snake was
playing and replaying in my head over and over and over again.
It was like a bad dream.
AND NOW I DON'T CARE IF I AM BEING OVERLY DRAMITIC!
IT WAS HORRIBLE.
Christian came outside with his welding gloves
and gun and took care of the snake, who,
BTW ATE FIVE EGGS!
FIVE!!
EGGS!!!
RIP: me
