Friday, June 11, 2004
Snake in the Church!!!
Don't go looking for snakes -- you might find them!
And we did. In the kitchen. We weren't looking for one though!
Susan came to my office and said, "Cindy, there is something back here I want to show you."
So, Susan, Ms. Ruth and I went back to the kitchen. The snake had gotten caught by the end of his tail in a sticky rat trap. The rest of him was under the snake, uh, I mean SNACK machine. He was black with yellow stripes going long ways down him. Not rings, like a coral snake. He was very much alive. We were standing there looking at it trying to decide what to do about it and whether or not it was poisonous. Every time Susan barely touched my shoulder, I would jump out of my skin.
Susan went looking for Anthony or Porter, the custodians, to try and kill it.
I went to the storage closet looking for a weapon. I found something like a shovel but with a small metal thing on the end. It looked like something to grasp with. But I don't know what the heck it was.
On the way back to the kitchen, I passed Jim, the Senior Pastor. I said, "Jim, there is a snake in the kitchen!"
He said, "A snake?"
I said, "Yes, a snake. It is a creepy thing!"
Porter finally showed up with Susan. I popped a doughnut hole into my mouth. He and Jim coaxed the snake out from under the coke machine and Porter chopped it in half. Susan ran down the hall, screaming like a little girl. I followed her after I saw what looked like the snakes guts stringing out. I, too, screamed like a little girl. Susan looked over at me and said, "Are you going to be able to eat now?"
I was still chewing on the doughnut hole.
Then I walked back down the hall, towards the kitchen and the snake.
Susan asked, "Are you going back??!?"
"Morbid curiosity," I answered.
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Don't go looking for snakes -- you might find them!
And we did. In the kitchen. We weren't looking for one though!
Susan came to my office and said, "Cindy, there is something back here I want to show you."
So, Susan, Ms. Ruth and I went back to the kitchen. The snake had gotten caught by the end of his tail in a sticky rat trap. The rest of him was under the snake, uh, I mean SNACK machine. He was black with yellow stripes going long ways down him. Not rings, like a coral snake. He was very much alive. We were standing there looking at it trying to decide what to do about it and whether or not it was poisonous. Every time Susan barely touched my shoulder, I would jump out of my skin.
Susan went looking for Anthony or Porter, the custodians, to try and kill it.
I went to the storage closet looking for a weapon. I found something like a shovel but with a small metal thing on the end. It looked like something to grasp with. But I don't know what the heck it was.
On the way back to the kitchen, I passed Jim, the Senior Pastor. I said, "Jim, there is a snake in the kitchen!"
He said, "A snake?"
I said, "Yes, a snake. It is a creepy thing!"
Porter finally showed up with Susan. I popped a doughnut hole into my mouth. He and Jim coaxed the snake out from under the coke machine and Porter chopped it in half. Susan ran down the hall, screaming like a little girl. I followed her after I saw what looked like the snakes guts stringing out. I, too, screamed like a little girl. Susan looked over at me and said, "Are you going to be able to eat now?"
I was still chewing on the doughnut hole.
Then I walked back down the hall, towards the kitchen and the snake.
Susan asked, "Are you going back??!?"
"Morbid curiosity," I answered.
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