I just have to post this.
To begin, a little background information. I have my own small room. Before I moved in, I cleaned it super thoroughly- even wiping down each wall. I am super lucky to get my own bathroom, with a western toilet and everything. I feel incredibly blessed. But, to make one thing clear, this is not a nice bathroom. You can't even sit straight on the toilet, you have to sit sideways and the water doesn't work, so I have to walk out to the kitchen to wash my hands. And there is a big whole in the whole (like a vent) that you can see out of. Here is a picture.
So today, I finished up one of my classes and ran home to grab a snack and fill up my water bottle. This may be too personal, but the first thing I did was go to the bathroom. I shut the garbage can and out of nowhere, a snake slithered through my feet and into the corner of the shower area. I jumped up onto the seat and screamed. When it stopped moving, I escaped out the door and onto my bed. Everything happening so fast, the snake slithered out the bathroom door, around the corner of my bedroom door, and into the foyer of the Green House. I sneaked my way out the door, checking to make sure that I wouldn't step on it, and ran to get my phone to call Papa Gates to come and save me.
I stood perfectly still guarding the entrance way into the main part of the house, to make sure the snake would stay in that one area. When Papa Gates got here, the snake was no where to be found. We checked every room, under every bed or cupboard. We looked long enough for Papa Gates to question whether I had really seen a snake or not. He said, "Are you sure it wasn't just a lizard?" But I was sure it was a snake. It was long, slithery, and yellow. Ahh! We had almost given up, when we moved away the weights and saw the snake curled up and hiding. Yikes.
Luckily, it was only a baby racer. But it was long and slithery and in my bathroom. I feel a bit traumatized by my toilet.
To begin, a little background information. I have my own small room. Before I moved in, I cleaned it super thoroughly- even wiping down each wall. I am super lucky to get my own bathroom, with a western toilet and everything. I feel incredibly blessed. But, to make one thing clear, this is not a nice bathroom. You can't even sit straight on the toilet, you have to sit sideways and the water doesn't work, so I have to walk out to the kitchen to wash my hands. And there is a big whole in the whole (like a vent) that you can see out of. Here is a picture.
I stood perfectly still guarding the entrance way into the main part of the house, to make sure the snake would stay in that one area. When Papa Gates got here, the snake was no where to be found. We checked every room, under every bed or cupboard. We looked long enough for Papa Gates to question whether I had really seen a snake or not. He said, "Are you sure it wasn't just a lizard?" But I was sure it was a snake. It was long, slithery, and yellow. Ahh! We had almost given up, when we moved away the weights and saw the snake curled up and hiding. Yikes.
Luckily, it was only a baby racer. But it was long and slithery and in my bathroom. I feel a bit traumatized by my toilet.
2 Comments:
Ummm, I think I would have been on the next plane home. That's terrifying.
Hello!
I have been reading through your entire blog today, and I LOVE it!! Thank you so much for sharing this amazing experience. You are a GREAT example to so many! I found myself tearing up several times with your inspiring stories. One day I hope to be able to have an experience like this.
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