I’m in my bedroom, working for all of ten or so minutes when The Welder comes running through. “I gotta go help your mom. She’s having a heart-attack.”“MY mom is having a heart-attack?” I begin tossing covers back and getting out bed, confused.“Sounds like it.” The Welder is tugging on pants. “That was her on the phone. Said a snake is crawling up the side of her house.”“EWW!”By now, the husband is at the gun safe and twisting the combination. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”I jump out of bed. “I’m going to get pictures for my blog!”So here you are.We didn’t realize until a few moments later that this guy was also up there, too. (sorry he’s fuzzy. It was darker than crap out and we only had two flashlights)My dad wasn’t home. If he was, he would have grabbed them by the tail, slung them off in the yard and then played with them before hauling them off and letting them go free. The Welder is not that stupid and used gardening tools to rake them off.After raking him off, The Welder then slung him out in the yard and held him down with the rake. Am ashamed to say he shot at the darn thing four or five times and wasn’t able to pop a cap in the snake’s head. And the thing nearly got away. He was hiding. (note the stylish wear of sweat pants and work boots The Welder is sporting. It seems this situation didn’t call for the hundred or so dollar snake-bite proof he has in the closet.)But fear not! The snake was wounded and was only hiding. My mom drove the truck around and put the spotlight on the bush. At this time, my 3 year old boy was yelling from the truck that he, “need to get out and help daddy snake hunt!”. The snake was finally fished out of the bushes and, now I don’t know about you, but this is what we do with snakes around here.Husband does try to leave the King Snakes alone since they go after pests and poisons snakes, but even a King would have been dead here. My mom was seriously wigging out and dancing around like she really needed to pee. It was either the thing dies or she was sleeping somewhere else for an undetermined length of time.And now for the big one. Husband again rakes him off. Sorry for the shortage of pictures here. 1)I was running out of space on my card. 2)I had been recruited as The Welder’s assistant. It was me, the kid or my potty dancing-hand wringing mom. I took one for the team.After watching his brother get slung around a bit, whacked at with a rake, poked at with a shovel and then finally shot in the head a few times, this snake wasn’t going down without a fight. He was royally pissed off and trying to bite The Welder before he even got off the house. He lost in the end and faced the firing range too.Sadly, there were casualties.Birds had been nesting under the porch roof. there was nothing left in the nest but feathers. We don’t know if they had hatched or if the eggs were just laid.This is my second snake sighting of this year. The first I very quickly ran over while driving down the road. Have ya’ll seen any?