In less than 3 weeks this Yankee is moving to Kansas, apparently the state flower is the sunflower. I am not sure if Kansans are considered Yankees or not. I guess I will find out. After living in Texas for 20 months (14 of which the kids and I were pretty much on our own while the hubby worked out of state) we are moving to the Kansas City area for his job. I am a little sad and a little excited at the same time.
I am sad because I have met people who are so nice and caring that my family and I learned the true meaning of "Southern Hospitality". Within days of moving into our house here in Texas we met six of our neighbors and within a month were invited to brunch in the front yard of one them on nice fall Sunday morning. These neighbors became my "go to" people for area advice and occasional help. Like the time my husband was out of town and I had a foot long pencil thin snake in my family room. I nearly stepped on this little guy on my way to the kitchen and had to stifle a scream so not to wake the dog who would have tried to eat it. My first thought was he was a baby snake and I was paranoid his mama was somewhere in my house and would come looking for her little runaway.
I immediately placed an upside down glass food container over the snake and tried to slide a magazine under it so I could release him in the backyard. I was praying (and sweating) that this was not a poisonous snake, but I had heard so many people talk about all the poisonous snakes down here I didn't know. I debated leaving him where he was until my husband arrived at midnight that night and immediately opened a bottle of wine. Then of course I took to Facebook with a shout out to my new mom-friends about what to do. Immediately, 3 responded they would gladly send their husbands across town to help me with the snake, but I felt bad about making anyone drive late at night.
I finished my glass of wine and decided I was a brave Midwestern girl and could handle a little pesky snake so I tried to carry the snake, container and magazine as a cover to the back door. As I was walking the snake in the container to the back door, the little bugger jumped out (yes, I swear the snake jumped) and started wiggling across the floor again. At nine at night I called and my neighbor came and picked it up and flung it out the back door, like he was chucking an tennis ball. He said these snakes are harmless and not poisonous and nothing to worry about. He is now known in this house as the "snake wrangler" and I baked him a banana bread in gratitude a few days later. I am sure he and his family at a good laugh at my expense, but we had only been here for a few months and I was worried the dog would come out and find him and try to eat him and get sick or possibly die if it was a poisonous.
When my neighbor left, I poured more wine and cursed my husband for bringing me to a part of the country where I had to worry about things like alligators, fire ants, palmetto bugs (I don't care what you call them, they are giant roaches) and of course poisonous snakes!! By the time my husband arrived home I had mellowed (thanks to the wine) and funny posts from my new friends. We still laugh about that one (and I'm sure my neighbors do too). Here is a picture of the bugger in his prison.
Anyway, that is enough for today. More another day why I am sad to leave a state I've only lived in for less then 2 years.
Enjoy!
Bluebonnet Yankee