Yes, people. A snake. In. My. Apartment. That's what I get for living so close to the woods. Not a large one, but a snake nonetheless. Shucks, he could have been a baby poisonous snake for all I know. It was discovered by my Snookums.
Snookums: Is that a snake?
Me: It's probably just a piece of yarn. (I thought it was a strand of boucle that found its way into the hallway.)
Snookums: It just moved.
Me: *running over to Snookums* Oh my God!
I started running around in circles like a dork, going through my mind for all the things that I have that could possibly be used to kill a snake. Know what I came up with?
Some bug spray.
So I ask Snookums, "Would bug spray work?"
Snookums: I don't think so. Give me a box or something to chase him in.
The darned snake slithered away somewhere while we were looking for a box. Now there may be a snake somewhere in my apartment. Great.
Surprisingly it doesn't bother me anymore because I am hoping he's now in someone else's apartment. Better them than me. I do check the covers before I get into bed, though.
The bug spray at least worked for the spider. But I kind of, um, OVER-sprayed. My bedroom smelled like Raid for hours and there's a big "Raid circle" on the wall.
If he would have just stopped moving with the first couple of sprays I wouldn't have this problem.
I found the courage to delve into my own personal "Katrina-devastated New Orleans" (my knitting room) to take a look at some UFOs that needed a great deal of attention. I finally chose Mariah to finish.
The trick was to figure out where I stopped in the pattern. It wasn't difficult, just annoying.
So, I started working on the sleeve some more. And I was happy until I looked at it and found this mistake:
What's that you say? You can't see it? Here, let me give you a better look:
A mis-crossed cable. "@#$*@"
Fortunately, my screw-up will serve as your opportunity to learn how to fix a mis-crossed cable.
A tutorial is coming soon.
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