As I can never pass up an Opportunity (remember that is my word for 2010) to share a story from long, long ago and far far away, I told on my sister. Ha like that was the first time I ever did that.
When my Sis's boys were 6 & 7, I used to help her on Tuesday afternoon with cub scouts. She had 6 screaming, dirty, smelly, wiggly, typical little rascals to deal with. I was in college at the time majoring in Elementary Ed. and needed all the interaction I could muster with the species so I volunteered to help out.
Besides, my Sis almost fainted at the sight of blood, so when one of the boys cut himself on something in the yard and was bleeding profusely, they (the boys) all had to take care of her and him. So that's when I was recruited. Sideline info: she later went back to school and got a BS in Nursing, loved working in the ER. HUH????? (pssst, I never actually saw her in the ER so I'm just saying.......)
On one particularly gorgeous March afternoon, the boys were "out taking their run around until you're semi worn out so we can deal with you" moments which naturally came before "the let's feed you and get you out of here" moments. Sis had her friend Carole come to do arts and crafts bird house building with the boys and she was outside cleaning up. We heard this blood curdling scream eminating from the back yard. I looked up to see, 6 little
Here came Carole, followed by the very faced paced parade of screaming, giggling and squirming boys with my nephew Randy in the rear of said parade with this terrified look on his face, arm extended, tears streaming down his face and screaming louder than Carole. He was the youngest and the other boys had talked him into doing something he was almost peeing his pants doing. My Sis was hysterical, I was LMAO and the parade went back out the door. I swear it was like on of those Keystone Cops flix.
I am not afraid of snakes so I was voted the one who took 5 live baby garter snakes from the boys. The one Randy had was beyond dead. Squashed from fear is what I wrote on his death certificate. As I took the snakelets back to the ditch bank, there was crying and wailing still coming from the house. Giggling, I put the snaklets down and turned to go back to the house saying to them, see guys, it wasn't a good day to die, when out of nowhere this beep beep roadrunner hauls ass past me and grabbed the little guys and runs off to feed his family.
Wow, you just never know. You can be lying on the sand thinking shit, that was one close call and the next you're bird food.