Originally Posted by SewingSew

.... I was sitting out by the pool with some girls and an empty bottle of wine. I was feeling no pain. I walked into the kitchen with one of the girls, and she shrieked, "What's that?" Right in front of us was a wriggling, writhing spawn of Satan. Without blinking, I threw a glass mixing bowl over the top of him. I'm assuming it was male... My husband was out of town on business, so I was left to my own devices. The girls were big sissies and they went home. Since I did not have the ability to think clearly, I went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, he was still trappped under the dome. Things did not end well for Mr. Snake. It was me or him, and I wasn't going down without a fight.