So, 2 weeks ago when I was finishing up at my old job, I got a call from my daughter telling me what we were going to have for dinner. I was not happy about the interruptions, but I bit anyway. Her answer?
Barbecued rattlesnake.
I have to admit, that got my attention. "Where did you find a rattlesnake? Is everyone okay?"
Everyone was fine, my younger daughters went out to water the garden and Sarah walked around the outside looking for asparagus that was long enough to cut when she heard a rattle from inside the fence. She saw the snake coiled in the corn, and ran screaming for her father, Danni running after her as soon as she realized Sarah was yelling rattlesnake. DH went out and killed it with a shovel and then Casie called to tell me about it.
Then, later that night, we found a scorpion on Casie's bedroom floor. It was a tiny little thing, but it just goes to show we are still adjusting to living here in the desert.
Another charming thing about living here, (and I mean this, I'm not being sarcastic at all, really) is the Arizona Monsoon. We get rain, heavy rain and thunderstorms a few times a week. Everything cools off, I don't have to water the garden, it's wet enough to weed it. However, (and you knew this was coming) I like it much better when the house doesn't have power surges that knock out 3 outlets, a phone line, and fry our security system. I do enjoy telling the story though, but that also happened while I was at work. I just walked in the door that night to "Mommy, guess what! Daddy got struck by lightning" He didn't, he was holding a doorknob and got a shock, but I might have gotten a bigger one walking in the door to that news!
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