I was sitting on the couch earlier this afternoon, and my mom, who had been working out in the yard, went to take a shower. She was almost out of the kitchen when I heard, "HOLY SHIT! SNAKE!!" She didn't have her glasses on, so I thought there was some string, or maybe something from one of the trees one of us had tracked in. Nope. Sure as shit, there was a goddamn SNAKE in our dining room! Of course, we're a bunch of sissy-girls, so we're freaking out, saying, "What do we do? What do we do?" Then Mom went across the street to get our neighbor, Jim, who swept it out the front door. That's what I do to the lizards when they get in the house; I don't know *why* I didn't think about doing that with the snake. Panic, probably ;)
So now, we're looking around all the corners before we walk anywhere in the house. Ick.
In other news, my alarm didn't go off this morning for the second day in a row, so I'm guessing I need a new one. So I got up 45 minutes later than I had intended, making my 7 mile run start at 7:45. I did 6 miles instead. I probably could have eked out another mile, but I was starting to feel wiped out and I really didn't care anymore. Tomorrow, I attempt 16. I'm supposed to be at 18, but I got sidetracked by the hotspot I had to let heal. So we'll see how that goes... :-P