Hubs said this when I came home this evening. He then said, "Never mind. I can't tell you." Which, I am not sure about you other women out there, but that is a statement that triggers something inside my brain to beg to know what happened.
"What did Ransom do?" I asked.
"Nothing. If you knew what it was, you wouldn't want to live here."
"Was it a mouse?" I asked.
"It was not a mouse."
"A snake?" I asked.
Hubs heard something while I was gone...like a rustling. He went to the living room to investigate and right there next to the TV was a snake! Okay, it wasn't a giant one, but it was in our house!
Hubs was impressed with my guessing skills; but I am more concerned about this snake thing. First of all, how does a snake get inside one's house? And then, please tell me how one sleeps at night knowing a snake was in one's house and other snakes could be in the same house?