Holes

So I traipse around the Yucatan while Ashby suffers through the winter with a little help from friends and the library and the bath house. I get homesick and return for her birthday in August and set to work on getting rooms buttoned up and heat hot for the winter. First I have to clean up all the rat shit everywhere. It is a mess! No wonder Ashby had a snake in her bed… she tells the story better but I will try to here.

Returning home one evening she goes up to the bedroom. She has taken the real bed, though the milk crate one still exists in the corner. As she is toodling around she sees what she thinks is a rope on the milk crate bed in her peripheral, Odd, she thinks but doesn’t turn to look at it until she sees it move. YIKES!

She runs out of the house and to the neighbors Mitch and Cassy, asking if they would please help her. Mitch apologizes and says he is pretty afraid of snakes too, and Ashby goes back alone, armed with a broom to try and get the snake out herself. After she is in the house She hears a knock on the door, and there is Mitch, a bit sheepish after what was sure to be hell coming from his wife “You better go help that poor girl get that snake out of her HAUS!”

Mitch is armed with BBQ tongs and a long armed spatula and they go up together. At this point the snake is gone, slithered down one of the countless holes in the house. There are so many holes you could drop a TV from the attic all the way to the basement. Even now, with the drywall up the balloon framing allows a straight vertical shot. They are both relieved, though Ashby fears the return of the snake. Mitch leaves her with some sage advice. “Either he found his way out and you never see him again, or… you do.”