So, we all moved into the grandparents basement for 3 months. During this time, a house they were buying fell through when the owner of the house died and the family decided on different terms for the sale.
It was all chaos.
Eventually, we all made the move to the new house. It had been vacant for quite a long time, however. It was also a very outdated house on the inside. Major renovations started on the outside and the inside. This consisted of knocking down walls, tearing out fixtures, knocking out bricks from the fireplace. I was dealing with crawling babies finding nails, rocks, and pieces of drywall on the floor and joyfully eating it.
The kitchen was barely usable. The dishwasher didn't work so I was doing dishes by hand. I was digging for food, pots and pans and anything else I needed out of boxes since cabinets were being torn out due to a complete gutting of the kitchen. No one had bought any baby gates yet for this 3 level mansion. We were hanging out in the basement all day, eating in the kitchen, and kids were napping on the 3rd level in their rooms. This was a lot of not being able to do some of the most basic of things without worrying about babies climbing and falling down steps. Especially since there was a 3 yr old who did know how to traverse stairs and would sometimes start screaming in her room during naptime (throwing a fit) to having a potty accident in her pants (she went through a horrible regression stage after moving). This would lead me to having to ignore her for a few minutes, since running to check on her immediately would require leaving the babies alone trying to follow me. I would have to take one at a time to the kitchen, strap them in their seats, THEN go run and find out what 3 yr old S needed.
This was exhausting. We spent a good portion of our time out of the house once the weather got nice.
Then enter the snakes.
Momboss came home one day while I was feeding the twins. She went to the basement, where we had just been that morning. She came upstairs in a panic, saying there was a huge snake in the room where the toys were. She called her husband at work. Then she called a pest control company but they were unable to send anyone out anytime soon.
Dadboss ordered Momboss to sit and watch the snake.
"Don't let it get into the walls!" he said. "They'll have to tear all the walls out to get it!"
I told Momboss that was not true, tearing the walls out, but that they'd set traps.
She sat and watched the snake, since Dadboss would not be able to come home for another 45 minutes. She kept saying that she would not sleep in the house with snakes.
45 minutes later, Dadboss showed up. He went straight into the basement.
By this time, the twins were in their beds up on the 3rd level taking a nap. Me and 3 yr old S were in the kitchen.
This is what I heard coming from downstairs:
Dadboss: Let's get this shit taken care of!
Momboss: No, you can't shoot it! You're going to blow a hole in the wall and floor!!
Dadboss: What do you want me to do, then?
Momboss: I don't know, but you can't just shoot. You don't know what's inside of the walls! There could be pipes or.....
Dadboss: I tell you what, then. I am going back to work. When you figure out what you want me to do, then you call me back, okay?
Silence.
I heard footsteps on the stairs as Momboss and a worker from tearing out walls come up the stairs.
Momboss looked pretty pissed and unhappy.
The worker was laughing. "He's got a shotgun out! Cover your ears!"
I moved hastily over to S to put my hands over her ears, and no sooner had I done so, a shot rang out. Then another.
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| Hole in the Wall where the snake met its demise |
I went to the top of the steps and shouted down into the basement, "I'm NOT cleaning it up!"
I then heard the shop vac start up.
Then Dadboss and Momboss going in and out of the garage with shovels and plastic bags.
I told Momboss that she should call the cleaning lady and tell her we had an "incident" in the basement, and could she come clean up some blood?
She was not amused!
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