I just have to log this as a memory I hope to forget. A few weeks ago I came home to this baby sitting in my kitchen. I was busy putting things away when Mia and the dog were in the kitchen scooting around. Mia says in a giggling voice, "Mom, there is a snake in the kitchen!" To my disbelief, there sure was. It didn't phase her at all. She's totally not related to me! So, I caught it and had Dave take it away. 4 days later we stumbled upon another one in the basement. He was about 2 times bigger than this one. I think I just had a mini stroke! I don't do snakes. We again caught it and I started sleeping with my eyes open. Checking every bed. So I called the pest control company whose sticker was in the basement. This was no help. He walked the house and told me that I had snakes because I have rats and mice in the house. Really? I have never seen an evidence of rodents. Now I was never going to sleep again. Then, he looked at the snake and said that is was probably a copper head. I lost it again! Nightmare city! How could I live here if there were copper heads getting in. (Later we found out it was just a brown snake and nothing serious.)
The owner and agency handling this house ended up hanging a specialist come out to look at the house. No one really knows how they got in, but could agree on two things: We live in snake central Virginia and they were coming in to stay warm. So, they have begun sealing the garage up and so far, no more have invited themselves in. I can handle a lot of things, but not snakes and spiders. Yuck!