Snakes on a wall

I considered the need for a more clever title for this post, but then I realized - if a Hollywood blockbuster can be called "snakes on a plane" - why waste my time getting clever for this little blog?

It all started when we were cleaning out the basement. That's right. BASEMENT. In North Carolina. If you live in NC you know that such a thing is unheard of (Michiganders, trust me. It is rare). Even more unheard of, it also has an outside door. The beauty of little miracles.

A real basement! 

This is the basement door that leads to the side yard. Pretty crafty. And yes. It pretty much looks this creepy.

As we were cleaning, I foolishly made a comment about the lack of insects, spiders, spider webs and other unmentionables normally found in basements. Then I foolishly proceeded to ask "have you seen evidence of snakes?".

He proceeded to foolishly answer: "No. You are so paranoid. There are no snakes down here." (that is a direct quote).

I assume you can see where this is going. Like the movie, the title may have given the plot away.

A section of the basement is  just crawl space. Ours was filled with all kinds of rubble. But no treasures worthy of Antiques Roadshow....yet.  Here, Eric is panning for treasure (i.e. cleaning). 

In one corner of the basement is a small "cellar" type area that is separated from the rest of the basement with wood walls. On the wall was an odd looking tool of some type hanging from a nail. It was stuck there and, try as I could, I could not get it off of the nail. Something was stuck. I put my face right up against the wall so I could see what part of the tool was catching the back of the nail when I saw a glimmer on the wall - in between the board slats - it was just in the corner of my eye. What was it? I took another look. It was another eye. It belonged to this guy (or girl?).

Deadly poisonous snake on a wall? Does anyone recognize this print?

Yes. The snakes head was inches from my face. I very "calmly" stepped backwards and then very "calmly" called my dashing husband to my side. His first words "Get Ollie upstairs". Yes, save the dog.

Ollie is faking. He doesn't really like the basement. 

Dashing husband was able to use a tool to fling my new friend from the wall and onto the floor...where dashing husband eradicated the beast. The snake was long. But skinny and really pretty small. My concern, aren't those little ones the ones you need to watch out for?

We survived. Snake on the wall did not. Unfortunately, we have a lot of clean up to do in the basement. So, avoiding it indefinitely is not an option. Hopefully there is no need for a sequel titled "Snakes on a Wall 2." Sequels are always bad.