Do You Think Zappos.com Sells Snakeskin Boots?

First, I want to say thank you to all of you who helped me with ideas for gifts. You came up with some good ones. Yesterday Dan came home from work (he's doing summer school, I am NOT--no way!) and was all grumpy and sad. It took a while to pull it out of him (as usual) but when he finally spit it out, it turns out that the 3rd anniversary is leather, not wood. And he was really upset because he's been working on something diligently in the garage and now feels like he got it all wrong. Awwww! Honey, we can do leather next year! And I have ALL kinds of ideas for that one! Like this. This might come in handy while working on wood. (Tee hee!) Or, for a more formal occasion, this might be an appropriate choice. These are a nice idea for a joint gift from Dexter and me. Now, for me, what I really want is this or this. But, in the case that I am (cross my fingers) nursing by our next anniversary, this and this may come in very handy.

Then, while I was gone for a while, he decided to read my blog and now he is telling me NOT to get him a gift because he thinks it is causing me stress. He made it very clear: "NO gift!!!" But, do I EVER listen? I'll find something....

The ideal gift for my honey right now would be some kind of snake catching device. Do they make those in wood? Am I driving you crazy with my persistent determination to stick to an arbitrary theme? Every day (literally) my cat brings us her latest catch. During the summer, she is very good at pulling her weight around here, which makes up for the other 9 months of the year when she does nothig but demand food and keep the other couch (the one humans can't sit on) warm. Today it was a bluejay. The day before a field mouse (alive!) Yesterday, it was a snake (also alive!). I debated taking a picture of it to show everyone, and in the time I took to weigh the pros and cons, it slithered under the couch. So, all I have to show you is the last one she caught, a month ago. Clearly, it was dead.

The idea of having a snake under my couch was certainly not a pleasant one, but I'm so used to living with prey in my midst, I just decided either Nadia would catch it and kill it, then I could dispose of it, or eventually it would slither back out and then I'd take it outside. Good thing Dan wasn't home. He is not a friend to the serpent. At all. They freak him out. I keep telling him, garter snakes don't even have teeth. I used to play with them when I was a kid. Harmless.

Teeth, apparently are not the issue. Its more of a slithery, hissy issue. Or some kind of Jungian collective unconscious agreement by humans to dislike snakes. He's not sure. He. Just. Doesn't. Like. Them. Got it?! So, I felt really bad when I got home from my little jaunt out (COMPLETELY forgetting about our reptilian visitor) to hear his story of discovering the snake, still very alive, greeting him on the bathroom floor as he was getting out of the shower, all naked and stuff. Oooh, I think I owe him something nice.

Comments

[amanda]

Oh my goodness. I think you owe him something nice, too. I think I would have a heart attack if I came home to something like that. You're one brave chick for those scary things not to freak you out.

[DD]

Now, I'm not a priss, either, but that picture is giving me a major case of the huzz. Damn. Why can't snakes have eyelids?!

[Lisa]

Aaaaagggggghhhhhhhh! I would have a complete and total breakdown if my cat ever brought something like that home. Luckilly we have no cat door and she gets a visual check at the glass door before she's allowed in. The worst she's ever brought home is a giant moth though. I'm glad she's not the hunter that your Nadia is.

[thalia]

JOie I won't be able to come here again til you've taken that photo down. And your poor husband - I would have been a basket case. I'm off to have nightmares now...

[Victoria Winters]

OMG! YIKES!!!!!