about one hour after the last blog post, i went upstairs and saw my youngest on his hands and knees saying "here snakey, snakey, snakey..."

NOT a good sign.

indeed, the snake has escaped and is, at this very moment, somewhere in my house. we can't find him. he's really little and could fit anywhere. suddenly, every piece of string on my floor is a snake.
bobbi informs me that snakes can live for months without food. unfortunately, the little guy had a four-worm buffet yesterday so he can probably live a year. in my house. slithering. say that word with me: slithering.

that should take care of anyone who was thinking of coming for a visit.

my mom arrives in two weeks. i wonder how big he'll be by then?